You Can Put It Another Way, Of

I Remember Laughing With Relief That The Same Old Adolescent Boredom Goes On From Generation To Generation. ...the Words Took Me Back To My Own Years Of Stagnancy, And That Terrible Waiting For Life To Begin. [p. 68]

Well, To Be Honest I Think I Tell Less Truth When I Write Journalism Than When I Write Fiction.

Global Warming Is More Of A Blessing Than A Curse.

If You Remember Your Past Too Well You Start Blaming Your Present For It. Look What They Did To Me, That's What Caused Me To Be Like This, It's Not My Fault. Permit Me To Correct You: It Probably Is Your Fault. And Kindly Spare Me The Details.

I Had Wanted Life Not To Bother Me Too Much, And Had Succeeded - And How Pitiful That Was.