It Is Always An Accident That Saves

My Idea Of Writing Is Of Unflinching And Continual Effort, Somehow Trying To Find The Right Words Until You Reach A Point Where You Can Make No Further Progress And You Either Have Something Or You Don’t.

Happiness Is Often At Its Most Intense When It Is Based On Inequality.

I Like Men Who Have Known The Best And The Worst, Whose Life Has Been Anything But A Smooth Trip. Storms Have Battered Them, They Have Lain, Sometimes For Months On End, Becalmed. There Is A Residue Even If They Fail. It Has Not Been All Tinkling; There Have Been Grand Chords.

We Were Moderate, We Will Never Know What It Is To Spill Out Our Lives.

Dresscodes Are For Styleless People.