Sometimes I'm real cool$$$ but sometimes I could be a real asshole. I think everyone is like that.

Writing a novel is like going a great distance to take a small shit.

I don't mind you thinking I'm stupid$$$ but don't talk to me like I'm stupid

Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies$$$ or some new motive is born.

If one is not to get into a rage sometimes$$$ what is the good of being friends?

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts$$$ but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.

I wanted to read all these books$$$ but I would have to have been in a rest home or something to do that (p. 37$$$ Chronicles$$$ Vol. One).

Reality$$$ what a concept!

All men should be good$$$ all women virtuous. Wherefore$$$ villain$$$ hast thou failed?