Time Is The School In Which We

The Impulse For Much Writing Is Homesickness. You Are Trying To Get Back Home, And In Your Writing You Are Invoking That Home, So You Are Assuaging The Homesickness.

Innocence Ends When One Is Stripped Of The Delusion That One Likes Oneself.

Making Judgments On Films Is In Many Ways So Peculiarly Vaporous An Occupation That The Only Question Is Why, Beyond The Obvious Opportunities For A Few Lectures Fees And A Little Careerism At A Dispiritingly Self-limiting Level, Anyone Does It In The First Place.

The Willingness To Accept Responsibility For One's Own Life Is The Source From Which Self-respect Springs.

Of Course, You Always Think About How It Will Be Read. I Always Aim For A Reading In One Sitting.