It's Hard To Make Progress With Grief.

Addictions Do Come In Handy Sometimes: At Least You Have To Get Out Of Bed For Them.

The Argument, Now, Is About Whether Bolshevik Russia Was 'better' Than Nazi Germany. In The Days When The New Left Dawned, The Argument Was About Whether Bolshevik Russia Was Better Than America.

The Only Writer Who Gives Me Unfeigned Pleasure Is P.g. Wodehouse. And Even Him I Find A Bit Heavy. He Takes A Lot Out Of Me. Scratching My Hair, With Soft Whistles, With Lips Aquiver, I Frown Over Sunset At Blandings.

While Making Love, We Often Talk About Money. I Like It. I Like That Dirty Talk

I Would Never Write About Someone That Forced Me To Write At A Lower Register Than What I Can Write.