Writers Talk Too Much.

Drinking Makes Uninteresting People Matter Less And Late At Night, Matter Not At All.

The Past, With Its Pleasures, Its Rewards, Its Foolishness, Its Punishments, Is There For Each Of Us Forever, And It Should Be.

Everybody's Got A Habit.

There Are People Who Eat The Earth And Eat All The People On It Like In The Bible With The Locusts. And Other People Who Stand Around And Watch Them Eat.

I Cannot And Will Not Cut My Conscience To Fit This Year's Fashions, Even Though I Long Ago Came To The Conclusion That I Was Not A Political Person And Could Have No Comfortable Place In Any Political Group.