You Can't Blame A Writer

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.

I Don't Care What Anybody Says About Me As Long As It Isn't True.

If There Is No Mystery, For The Artist, To Solve Inside Of His Art, Then There's No Point In It....for Me, Every Act Of The Art Of Solving A Mystery.

It Is Very Seldom That A Person Loves Anyone They Cannot In Some Way Envy.

Venice Is Like Eating An Entire Box Of Chocolate Liqueurs In One Go.