The Bereaved Cannot Communicate With The Unbereaved.

Any Writer Is Inevitably Going To Work With His Own Anxieties And Desires. If The Book Is Any Good It Has Got To Have In It The Fire Of A Personal Unconscious Mind.

Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realisation That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real.

I Hate Solitude But I Am Afraid Of Intimacy. The Substance Of My Life Is A Private Conversation With Myself And To Turn It Into A Dialogue Would Be Equivalent To Self-destruction. The Company I Need Is The Company Which A Pub Or A Cafe Will Provide. I Have Never Wanted A Communion Of Souls.

Our Actions Are Like Ships Which We May Watch Set Out To Sea, And Not Know When Or With What Cargo They Will Return To Port.

Love Is The Last And Secret Name Of All The Virtues.