Temperamentally, The Writer Exists On Happenings, On

I Became, And Remain, My Characters' Close And Intent Watcher: Their Director, Never. Their Creator I Cannot Feel That I Was, Or Am.

All Your Youth You Want To Have Your Greatness Taken For Granted; When You Find It Taken For Granted, You Are Unnerved.

Grown-up People Seem To Be Busy By Clockwork... They Run Their Unswerving Course From Object To Object, Directed By Some Mysterious Inner Needle That Points All The Time To What They Must Do Next. You Can Only Marvel At Such Misuse Of Time.

To Leap Is Not Only To Leap, It Is To Hit The Ground Somewhere.

Illusions Are Art, For The Feeling Person, And It Is By Art That We Live, If We Do.