You Can No More Make Someone Tell

The Hard Part Is, Of Course, The Proximity Of Death. The Number Has No Meaning As Long As You're Fit And Healthy. But You Know That You Only Have So Much Time Left And You Don't Know How Much It Is. It Could Be A Very Short Time.

I Do Not Say Correct Or Savory. I Do Not Say Seemly Or Even Natural. I Say Serious. Sensationally Serious. Unspeakably Serious. Solemnly, Recklessly, Blissfully Serious.

Old Age Isn't A Battle; Old Age Is A Massacre.

One Either Imposes One's Ideas Or One Is Imposed On.

A Writer Has To Be Driven Crazy To Help Him To See. A Writer Needs His Poisons.