All Good Novelists Have Bad Memories.

Media Is Just A Word That Has Come To Mean Bad Journalism.

Hate Is An Automatic Response To Fear, For Fear Humiliates.

One Has No Talent. I Have No Talent. It's Just A Question Of Working, Of Being Willing To Put In The Time.

I've Caught Belief Like A Disease. I've Fallen Into Belief Like I Fell In Love.

My Passion For Sarah Had Killed Simple Lust Forever. Never Again Would I Be Able To Enjoy A Woman Without Love.