Writers Talk Too Much.

The Only Good Thing About [aging] Is You're Not Dead.

Maybe Money Is Unreal For Most Of Us, Easier To Give Away Than Things We Want.

No One Can Argue Any Longer About The Rights Of Women. It's Like Arguing About Earthquakes.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

But Maybe Half A Lie Is Worse Than A Real Lie.