After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great.

I'd rather write one good book than ten mediocre ones..

When I looked at the painting I felt the same convergence on a single point: a flickering sun-struck instance that existed now and forever. Only occa….

Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?.