Well, Everybody Has A History.

Unexpected Intrusions Of Beauty. This Is What Life Is.

Art Attempts To Find In The Universe, In Matter As Well As In The Facts Of Life, What Is Fundamental, Enduring, Essential.

You're All Alone When You're A Writer. Sometimes You Just Feel You Need A Humanity Bath. Even A Ride On The Subway Will Do That. But It's Much More Interesting To Talk About Books. After All, That's What Life Used To Be For Writers: They Talk Books, Politics, History, America. Nothing Has Replaced That.

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.

It Would Not Be Practical For Her To Hate Herself. Luckily, God Sends A Substitute, A Husband.