Tolerance Is A Placid Contempt.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

The Desire To Create Literature Leads To Frights, Grunts, And Coy Looks.

If I Play Hard To Get, Soon The Phone Stops Ringing Altogether.

Amazing That The Human Race Has Taken Enough Time Out From Thinking About Food Or Sex To Create The Arts And Sciences.

Every Farewell Combines Loss And New Freedom.