How Many Times Can A Man Go

I Have Spent My Life Going From Mania To Mania. Somehow It Has All Paid Off.

The Universe Has Shouted Itself Alive. We Are One Of The Shouts.

The Novel's Not Organized Like A Screenplay. If You Shot The Novel, You'd Have A Twelve-hour Movie.

Kill Two Birds With One Stone, Feed The Homeless To The Hungry.

I Was Doing A Terrible Thing In Using The Very Books You Clung To, To Rebut You On Every Hand, On Every Point! What Traitors Books Can Be! You Think They're Backing You Up, And Then They Turn On You. Others Can Use Them, Too, And There You Are, Lost In The Middle Of The Moor, In A Great Welter Of Nouns And Verbs And Adjectives.