Expansion. That is the idea the novelist must cling to. Not completion. Not rounding off$$$ but opening out.

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men$$$ not this outcast whom nobody wants.

How do I know what I think until I see what I say?

I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth$$$ for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

Before I came here$$$ I was confused about this subject. Having listened to your lecture$$$ I am still confused -- but on a higher level.

Not yet do you feel it. Wait for the future.

What other creatures are bred so exquisitely and purposefully for mistreatment as women are?

I come from Detroit where it's rough and I'm not a smooth talker.

Don't fear the gods$$$ don't worry about death; What is good is easy to get$$$ and what is terrible is easy to endure.