Publishing A Book Is Like

You Can't Help What You Feel, But You Can Help How You Behave

What Am I Living For And What Am I Dying For Are The Same Question.

There's Something Final About Saying You Were Married Once. It's Like Saying You Were Dead Once. It Shuts Them Up.

Once In A While, Jimmy Would Make Up A Word But He Never Once Got Caught Out. ... He Should Have Been Pleased By His Success With These Verbal Fabrications, But Instead He Was Depressed By It. The Memos Telling Him He'd Done A Good Job Meant Nothing To Him; All They Proved Was That No One Was Capable Of Appreciating How Clever He Had Been. He Came To Understand Why Serial Killers Sent Helpful Clues To The Police.

The Sands Of Time Are Quicksands ... So Much Can Sink Into Them Without A Trace.