Writing is one-third imagination, one-third experience, and one third observation. - William Faulkner

......not sin, he thought, I don't believe in sin. It's getting out of timing. You are born submerged in anonymous lockstep with the teeming anonymous myriads of your time and generation; you get out of step once, falter once, and you are trampled to death.

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune