The More My Work Improves Or Broadens

I Think Childhood Is To Everyone A Lost Land.

A Bad Act Done Will Fester And Create In Its Own Way. It's Not Only Goodness That Creates. Bad Things Create. They Have Their Own Yeast.

You Just Don't Know Writers. They'll Use Anything, Anybody. They'll Eat Their Young.

I Haven't Had A Single Moment Of Terror Since They Told Me [i Was Dying]. My Only Regret Is To Die Four Pages Too Soon. If I Can Finish, Then I'm Quite Happy To Go.

It Is A Dangerous Thing To Have Instant Access To Your Emotions.