Things Start Out As Hopes

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

If You Are Willing To Take The Punishment, You're Halfway Through The Battle. That The Issues May Be Trivial, The Battle Ugly, Is Another Point.

The Writer's Intention Hasn't Anything To Do With What He Achieves. The Intent To Earn Money Or The Intent To Be Famous Or The Intent To Be Great Doesn't Matter In The End. Just What Comes Out.

If Someone Had Told Me, Don't Say Anything About Lillian Hellman Because She'll Sue You, It Wouldn't Have Stopped Me. It Might Have Spurred Me On.

Childhood Is Less Clear To Me Than To Many People: When It Ended I Turned My Face Away From It For No Reason That I Know About, Certainly Without The Usual Reason Of Unhappy Memories. For Many Years That Worried Me, But Then I Discovered That The Tales Of Former Children Are Seldom To Be Trusted. Some People Supply Too Many Past Victories Or Pleasures With Which To Comfort Themselves, And Other People Cling To Pains, Real And Imagined, To Excuse What They Have Become.