Write What You Like; There Is No

When A Man Begins To Be Hilarious In A Sorrowful Way You Can Bet A Million That He Is Dyeing His Hair.

All Of Us Have To Be Prevaricators, Hypocrites, And Liars Every Day Of Our Lives; Otherwise The Social Structure Would Fall Into Pieces The First Day. We Must Act In One Another's Presence Just As We Must Wear Clothes. It Is For The Best

This Fair But Pitiless City Of Manhattan Was Without A Soul ... Its Inhabitants Were Manikins Moved By Wires And Springs.

He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine And Blood-red Tissue And Clear Weather.

If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.