Our Sins Describe Us, And Our Prohibitions

The Way I Feel About Every Book Is This: You Don't Finish It, You Abandon It. All Of My Books Have In Some Sense Failed, Otherwise I Wouldn't Write Another One. If I Wrote The Perfect Book, I Wouldn't Have To Write Again, And I Wouldn't Want To. That's Not True For Everyone, But It's True For Me. I Could Walk Away Then. But So Far I Haven't Managed To Do It.

If You Dedicate Your Attention To Discipline In Your Life You Become Smarter.

Boys Like It When You Talk To Them As If They Were Grown Men—at Least He Always Did When He Was A Kid—because They Pretend That’s What They Are Anyhow, Grown-up Men, And They Do It For Their Entire Lives.

Nobody Does Anything For One Reason.

When An Old Man And A Young Man Work Together, It Can Make An Ugly Sight Or A Pretty One, Depending On Who's In Charge. If The Young Man's In Charge Or Won't Let The Old Man Take Over, The Young Man's Brute Strength Becomes Destructive And Inefficient, And The Old Man's Intelligence, Out Of Frustration, Grows Cruel And Inefficient. Sometimes The Old Man Forgets That He Is Old And Tries To Compete With The Young Man's Strength, And Then It's A Sad Sight. Or The Young Man Forgets That He Is Young And Argues With The Old Man About How To Do The Work, And That's A Sad Sight, Too.