God Save Us From People Who Mean

Is It Not Love That Knows How To Make Smooth Things Rough And Rough Things Smooth?

Those Books Of Mine That Are Remunerative - I'm Not Talking About Poetry Here - Take Years To Write, And I Am Never Sure They'll Be Successful. So Writing Is A Risk In More Senses Than One.

Behind Every Door On Every Ordinary Street, In Every Hut In Every Ordinary Village In This Middling Planet Of A Trivial Star, Such Riches Are To Be Found. The Strange Journeys We Undertake On Our Earthly Pilgrimage, The Joy And Suffering We Taste Or Confer, The Chance Events That Leave Us Together Or Apart, What A Complex Trace They Leave: So Personal As To Be Almost Incommunicable, So Fugitive As To Be Almost Irrecoverable.

I Recall Drinking Sherry In California And Dreaming Of England, Where I Ate Dalmoth And Dreamed Of Delhi. What Is The Purpose, I Wonder, Of All This Restlessness? I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

The Thing About Inspiration Is That It Takes Your Mind Off Everything Else.