The Void Yields Up Nothing.

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.

It Is Easy For A Somebody To Be Modest, But It Is Difficult To Be Modest When One Is A Nobody.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

Talent Is Like Money; You Don't Have To Have Some To Talk About It.

As I Grow To Understand Life Less And Less, I Learn To Love It More And More.