To Despise All Effort Is The Greatest

If You Forget Everything Else About Me, Please Remember This. I Walked Down That Street And I Never Looked Back And I Love You. I Love You. I Love You So Much That I Shall Hate You For Ever For Today.

We Can Sometimes Recognize The Looks Of A Century Ago On A Modern Face; But Never Those Of A Century To Come.

I Do Not Plan My Fiction Any More Than I Normally Plan Woodland Walks; I Follow The Path That Seems Most Promising At Any Given Point, Not Some Itinerary Decided Before Entry.

The Newspapers Are Full Of What We Would Like To Happen To Us And What We Hope Will Never Happen To Us.

I Knew I Would Always Want To Go On Living With Myself, However Hollow I Became, However Diseased.