We Know We Are Sinners,

Writing Is Like A 'lust,' Or Like 'scratching When You Itch.' Writing Comes As A Result Of A Very Strong Impulse, And When It Does Come, I For One Must Get It Out.

Perfect Humility Dispenses With Modesty.

Children Have One Kind Of Silliness, As You Know, And Grown-ups Have Another Kind.

There Is Wishful Thinking In Hell As Well As On Earth.

Because We Love Something Else More Than This World, We Love Even This World More Than Those Who Know No Other.