To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

Kill One Man, And You Are A Murderer. Kill Millions Of Men, And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Them All, And You Are A God.

The Books One Has Written In The Past Have Two Surprises In Store: One Couldn't Write Them Again, And Wouldn't Want To.

There Are Big And Little Truths, But All Belong To The Same Race.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

Take Heed Of Critics Even When They Are Not Fair; Resist Them Even When They Are.