The Devil's Out Of Fashion.

My Hand Is Very Tired But I Want To Go On Writing. I Keep Resting And Thinking. All Day I Have Been Two People - The Me Imprisoned In Yesterday And The Me Out Here On The Mound; And Now There Is A Third Me Trying To Get In - The Me In What Is Going To Happen Next.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.

Certain Unique Books Seem To Be Without Forerunners Or Successors As Far As Their Authors Are Concerned. Even Though They May Profoundly Influence The Work Of Other Writers, For Their Creator They're Complete, Not Leading Anywhere.

I Have Found That Sitting In A Place Where You Have Never Sat Before Can Be Inspiring.

Time Takes The Ugliness And Horror Out Of Death And Turns It Into Beauty.