Everyone Behaves Badly--given The Chance.

When I Am Working On A Book Or A Story I Write Every Morning As Soon After First Light As Possible. There Is No One To Disturb You And It Is Cool Or Cold And You Come To Your Work And Warm As You Write. . . .when You Stop You Are As Empty, And At The Same Time Never Empty But Filling, As When You Have E Made Love To Someone You Love. Nothing Can Hurt You, Nothing Can Happen, Nothing Means Anything Until The Next Day When You Do It Again. It Is The Wait Until The Next Day That Is Hard To Get Through.

There Are The Two Curses Of Spain, The Bulls And The Priests.

I Hate A Cramp, He Thought. It Is A Treachery Of One's Own Body.

Fortunately I Have Never Learned To Take The Good Advice I Give Myself Nor The Counsel Of My Fears.

You Won't Do Our Things With Another Girl, Or Say The Same Things, Will You?