Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

My story is endless. I put in a teletype roll, you know, you know what they are, you have them in newspapers, and run it through there and fix the margins and just go, go - just go, go, go.

Many people secretly think that gays are a lot happier than they are, and want to punish them.

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.