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Favorite character? What a question. It’s like choosing a favorite child.

Love is the difference between a full life and an empty one.

Every really good book on first reading is life changing.

I promised to return, but secretly I dreamed of staying in America.

He betook himself to the metropolis to become a literary man, of course.

The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.

Dad was blind until six months ago, when he bumped his head in the fire.

Even then (Colin remembers now), it felt like the end of something.

He had seduced them with his sincerity for truth-seeking.

Insomnia! There is a sickly romance to the affliction—initially.

We called for the dead dog because toddlers do not understand death.

These old guitar players were the last pure thing this country produced.

When an old man marries a young piece of flesh, she is the ruler.

Here is the fat guy whose Chihuahua gnawed through his stomach.

Time, now more than ever, is of the essence. Time is all there is.

The ideal way of presenting character is to invite perception.

This is all there is. Nothing else. No heaven and no hell, okay?

The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.

You could take your pick from an array of rebellions to consider.

Fearing for them, I clustered them together, then cut them off.

He wrote and rewrote endlessly, and rose at night to reread pages.

There is hardly a rich man in the world who has not such a friend.

Logic is such an elegant weapon; and religion, such an easy target.

The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.

I do not intend in these pages to put in a plea for this little novel.

Is it that he is too tired or too afraid to blink into the oil of his own machine?

What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.

She had come to the scene where she needed to get them in bed.

The birds have all flown to Mars for water and Crisco and red.

Perhaps more than ever writers may have two kinds of fame.