I Don't Know If God Exists, But

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.

It Is Easy For A Somebody To Be Modest, But It Is Difficult To Be Modest When One Is A Nobody.

God, He Whom Everyone Knows, By Name.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

I Finally Know What Distinguishes Man From The Other Beasts: Financial Worries.