Writing Is A Way Of Talking Without

There Is Nothing Like Literature: I Lose A Cow, I Write About Her Death, And My Writing Pays Me Enough To Buy Another Cow.

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.

Those Moments When You Feel You Want To Read Something Truly Beautiful. The Eyes Make A Tour Of The Library, And There Is Nothing. Then You Decide To Take No Matter What, And It Is Full Of Beautiful Things.

We Must Be Greater Than God, For We Have To Undo His Injustice.

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