Like Everyone In His Right Mind, I

Fiction Keeps Its Audience By Retaining The World As Its Subject Matter. People Like The World. Many People Actually Prefer It To Art And Spend Their Days By Choice In The Thick Of It.

Private Life, Book Life, Took Place Where Words Met Imagination Without Passing Through The World.

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

Old Memories Are Very Easy To Get Except That Once You Write About Something You've Destroyed It.

Tonight I Walked Around The Pond Scaring Frogs; A Couple Of Them Jumped Off, Going, In Effect, Eek, And Most Grunted, And The Pond Was Still. But One Big Frog, Bright Green Like A Poster-paint Frog, Didn't Jump, So I Waved My Arm And Stamped To Scare It, And It Jumped Suddenly, And I Jumped, And Then Everything In The Pond Jumped, And I Laughed And Laughed.