History Does Not So Much Repeat As

When You Give Each Other Everything, It Becomes An Even Trade. Each Wins All.

For Me, Writing Is More A Process Of Discovering The Book Than Planning It.

There Is No More Hollow Feeling Than To Stand With Your Honor Shattered At Your Feet While Soaring Public Reputation Wraps You In Rewards. That's Soul-destroying. The Other Way Around Is Merely Very, Very Irritating.

The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks Embedded.

For A While, I Thought I Was Going Mad. At Last, I Became Reconciled To My Despair. The Medications Helped, Too, I Thought, Sir.