Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I

You May Not Believe In Magic But Something Very Strange Is Happening At This Very Moment. Your Head Has Dissolved Into Thin Air And I Can See The Rhododendrons Through Your Stomach. It's Not That You Are Dead Or Anything Dramatic Like That, It Is Simply That You Are Fading Away And I Can't Even Remember Your Name.

Military People Never Seem To Apologize For Killing Each Other Yet Novelists Feel Ashamed For Writing Some Nice Inert Paper Book That Is Not Certain To Be Read By Anybody.

Thousands Of People Know My Flannel Knickers, And Though I Know This May Seem Flirtatious, It Is Not. I Am A Saint.

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

I Never Eat Meat As I Think It Is Wrong To Deprive Animals Of Their Life When They Are So Difficult To Chew Anyway.