Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes... we make mistakes because the read more

It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes... we make mistakes because the easiest and most comfortable course for us is to seek insight where it accords with our emotions - especially selfish ones.

The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a read more

The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a fool.

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.

Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. read more

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.