Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

A Story Is Like Something You Wind Out Of Yourself. Like A Spider, It Is A Web You Weave, And You Love Your Story Like A Child.

Those Who Give The Orders Are Not The Ones To Die The People Who Are Doing The Work And The Fighting And The Dying, And Those Who Are Doing The Talking, Are Not All The Same People.

We Are Born Knowing Death.

[on Gertrude Stein's Making Of Americans:] I Doubt If All The People Who Should Read It Will Read It For A Great While Yet, For It Is In Such A Limited Edition, And Reading It Is Anyhow A Sort Of Permanent Occupation.

. . . All That She Had Had, And All That She Had Missed, Were Lost Together, And Were Twice Lost In This Landslide Of Remembered Losses.