Art Like Life Is An Open Secret.

Life Is Like A Cucumber. One Minute It's In Your Hand, The Next It's Up You Ass.

It Takes A Lot Of Energy And A Lot Of Neurosis To Write A Novel. If You Were Really Sensible, You'd Do Something Else.

Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At The Cost Of Soul

Journeys, Like Artists, Are Born And Not Made. A Thousand Differing Circumstances Contribute To Them, Few Of Them Willed Or Determined By The Will-whatever We May Think.

Truth Disappears With The Telling Of It.