Memories Of Childhood Were The Dreams That

When You Are Writing Fiction Your Task Is To Reflect The Fullest Complications Of The World

Whisky, I Find, Helps Clarity Of Thought. And Reduces Pain. It Has The Additional Virtue Of Making You Drunk Or, If Taken In Sufficient Quantity, Very Drunk.

Perhaps The World Progresses Not By Maturing, But By Being In A Permanent State Of Adolescence, Of Thrilled Discovery.

Wisdom Consists Partly In Not Pretending Anymore, In Discarding Artifice.

Start With The Notion That Yours Is The Sole Responsibility Unless There's Powerful Evidence To The Contrary