Not That We Were Incompatible:

Start Making Excuses And There's No End To It. I Can't Live That Kind Of Life.

For Some Reason All The Middle-aged Women He Knew Were Very Efficient.

Good Style Happens In One Of Two Ways: The Writer Either Has An Inborn Talent Or Is Willing To Work Herself To Death To Get It.

I Can't Understand Nothingness. I Can't Understand It And I Can't Imagine It.

It's A Dark, Cool, Quiet Place. A Basement In Your Soul. And That Place Can Sometimes Be Dangerous To The Human Mind. I Can Open The Door And Enter That Darkness, But I Have To Be Very Careful. I Can Find My Story There. Then I Bring That Thing To The Surface, Into The Real World.