Self-conciousness is the enemy of all creativity. - Ray Bradbury

Beware, Charlie, old men only lie in wait for people to ask them to talk. Then they rattle on like a rusty elevator wheezing up a shaft.

If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy, or both. You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

I’ve done a prideful thing, a thing more sinful than she ever done to me. I took the bottom out of her life.