They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks,

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

One Realized All Sorts Of Things. The Value Of An Illusion, For Instance, And That The Shadow Can Be More Important Than The Substance. All Sorts Of Things.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

I Am The Only Real Truth I Know.