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Alimony Is The Curse Of The Writing Class.

You Can't Be A Serious Writer Of Fiction Unless You Believe The Story You Are Telling.

Psychoanalysis And Zen, In My Private Psychic Geometry, Are Equal To Nicotine. They Are Anti-existential. Nicotine Quarantines One Out Of Existence.

I Always Start A Book For Money. If You're Married Five Times You Have To.