I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To

The Thornbush Is The Old Obstacle In The Road. It Must Catch Fire If You Want To Go Further.

Ours Is A Lost Generation, It May Be, But It Is More Blameless Than Those Earlier Generations.

Hiding Places There Are Innumerable, Escape Is Only One, But Possibilities Of Escape, Again, Are As Many As Hiding Places.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us.

I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined.