The Silence Drew Off, Baring The Pebbles

The Sun Gives You Ulcers, The Wind Gives You T.b. Once You Were Beautiful.

I Do Not Fear It: I Have Been There.

I Think Writers Are The Most Narcissistic People. Well, I Musn't Say This, I Like Many Of Them, A Great Many Of My Friends Are Writers.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

I’d Discovered, After A Lot Of Extreme Apprehension About What Spoons To Use, That If You Do Something Incorrect At Table With A Certain Arrogance, As If You Knew Perfectly Well You Were Doing It Properly, You Can Get Away With It And Nobody Will Think You Are Bad-mannered Or Poorly Brought Up. They Will Think You Are Original And Very Witty.