Any Person With Any Imagination Is Bound

All Good Writing Is Swimming Under Water And Holding Your Breath.

The First Lights Of The Evening Were Springing Into Pale Existence. The Ferris Wheel, Pricked Out Now In Lights, Revolved Leisurely Through The Dusk; A Few Empty Cars Of The Roller Coaster Rattled Overhead.

Before You Criticize Others, Remember, They May Not Have Had The Same Opportunities In Life As You Have Had

A Sense Of Responsibility Would Spoil Her. She's Too Pretty.

I Am Not A Great Man, But Sometimes I Think The Impersonal And Objective Equality Of My Talent And The Sacrifices Of It, In Pieces, To Preserve Its Essential Value Has Some Sort Of Epic Grandeur.