Writing Is Like Paying Myself A Formal

Inch By Inch I Conquered The Inner Terrain I Was Born With. Bit By Bit I Reclaimed The Swamp In Which I'd Languished. I Gave Birth To My Infinite Being, But I Had To Wrench Myself Out Of Me With Forceps.

I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is A Person, The Incarnate Fiction Of My Own Company.

You Breathe Better When You're Rich.

Art Gives Us The Illusion Of Liberation From The Sordid Business Of Being.

If You Cannot Live Alone, You Were Born A Slave.