“I am not pompus; I am a as wonderful as I think I am.”

“The voice sang on, “I am ready, I am ready, I am fine. I am fine, I am fine, I am fine.” I played it again. I was not fine.”

“I am deficient in character, and if I had more of it, I would be ashamed of the fact.”

“I am breathless, hopeless, and consumed. I now know that I am between balloons.”

“Yes I am a firm believer in Christ, and yes there is cussing and other sinful things in my writing, simply because I am also a realist, and I want to express the most realistic characters possible.”

“Tell me what I am to you.” …“Oh honey, you’re the man I call when I need a ride.”

“You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then I sleep. What I have done, what I am doing, what I am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. Have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? That’s the feeling.(T.E. Lawrence to artist Eric Kennington, May 1935 )”