As Human Beings, Our Only Sensible Scale

Nothing Really Known Can Continue To Be Acutely Fascinating.

My Reason For Writing Stories Is To Give Myself The Satisfaction Of Visualising More Clearly And Detailedly And Stably The Vague, Elusive, Fragmentary Impressions Of Wonder, Beauty, And Adventurous Expectancy Which Are Conveyed To Me By Certain Sights (scenic, Architectural, Atmospheric, Etc.), Ideas, Occurrences, And Images Encountered In Art And Literature.

Only Poetry Or Madness Could Do Justice To The Noises.

Men Of Broader Intellect Know That There Is No Sharp Distinction Betwixt The Real And The Unreal

But More Wonderful Than The Lore Of Old Men And The Lore Of Books Is The Secret Lore Of Ocean.