Things Are Not What They Seem.

He Felt Changed, But There Was No One To Tell.

Outside Our Small Safe Place Flies Mystery.

Think Of This - That The Writer Wrote Alone, And The Reader Read Alone, And They Were Alone With Each Other.

I Have A Dreadful Fear That The More You Try To Prevent Revealing The Self The More You Do.

In My Mind's Eye Shakespeare Is A Huge, Hot Sea-beast, With Fire In His Veins And Ice On His Claws And Inscrutable Eyes, Who Looks Like An Inchoate Hump Under The Encrustations Of Live Barnacle-commentaries, Limpets And Trailing Weeds.