I like to blur the line between fact and fiction, but not to condescend to the reader by enmeshing her<br>him into some sort of a postmodern coop.
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight. But roaring Bill, who killed him, thought it right.
The sea drives truth into a man like salt.
In the same way the eminence attaching to the mere possession of great wealth disappoints us nine times out of ten, especially if the wealth has been accumulated rapidly. For great wealth is accumulated rapidly by cunning or chance, or a mixture of the two. Cunning has nothing to do with high qualities; it is rather a presumption against them; while chance has nothing to do with them either. Therefore it is that men are always complaining after meeting So-and-so, that he seemed to be astonishingly stupid, though he made a million in ten years and started as a pauper.
[A]lways keep a-hold of Nurse For fear of finding something worse
How on earth could that be done? If you try to laugh and say 'No' at the same time, it sounds like neighing - yet people are perpetually doing it in novels. If they did it in real life they would be locked up.
Money gives me pleasure all the time.
I like to blur the line between fact and fiction, but not to condescend to the reader by enmeshing herhim into some sort of a postmodern coop.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
In the society of illusion, reality must manifest itself. The story songs of Joel Rafael are that manifestation. . . the essence of minstrel.
Dogs are voiceless. . . a critical part of having dogs is emotional responsibility: learning how to understand them and, when necessary, to speak and act on their behalf.
I was bullied. I was a bit of a geek. Good-looking guys were off-limits. I didn't start dating until I was 18.