All I ask is that you do as well as you can, and remember that, while to write adverbs is human, to write he said or she said is divine.

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.