Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.

You Keep Thinking That With Practice You Will Eventually Get The Knack Of Enjoying Superficial Encounters, That You Will Stop Looking For The Universal Solvent, Stop Grieving. You Will Learn To Compound Happiness Out Of Small Increments Of Mindless Pleasure.

I'd Like To Have The Kind Of House Someday Where A Carousel Horse Wouldn't Be Out Of Place In The Living Room.

I Realized That I Might Not Ever Make It As A Writer, That It Might Be Because I Wasn't Good Enough, Or That It Might Be Because The Odds Were Just Too Long.

The Only Sensible Approach Is Not To Take It Too Seriously. What Counts Is The Writing.

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.