It Always Comes Down To

It's A Little Place On The Pacific Ocean. You Know What The Mexicans Say About The Pacific? They Say It Has No Memory. That's Where I Want To Live The Rest Of My Life. A Warm Place With No Memory.

It's A Tough Life If You Don't Weaken.

Do You Need Someone To Make You A Paper Badge With The Word Writer On It Before You Can Believe You Are One? God I Hope Not.

I Never Met A Writer Who Wasn't Lazy.

Only Two Things Happen To Writers When They Die: Either Their Work Survives, Or It Becomes Forgotten.