I Can Only Tell My Story, What

I Am A Person Who Believes In Form, In The Harmony Of Order. Where We Can, We Must Give Things A Meaningful Shape.

I Think Art Comes From Some Sense Of Discomfort With The World, Some Sense Of Not Quite Fitting With It.

You Can Get Used To Anything - Haven't I Already Said That? Isn't That What All Survivors Say?

I Have Read That There Are Two Fears That Cannot Be Trained Out Of Us: The Startle Reaction Upon Hearing An Unexpected Noise, And Vertigo. I Would Like To Add A Third, To Wit, The Rapid And Direct Approch Of A Known Killer

Was It The Forgetfulness Of Old Age Or Personal Incapacity That Made The Man Able To Say Please But Not Thank You?