Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On

Any Life Will Seem Dramatic If You Omit Mention Of Most Of It.

Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On A Life Of Its Own.

It Seems To Me That The Problem With Diaries, And The Reason That Most Of Them Are So Boring, Is That Every Day We Vacillate Between Examining Our Hangnails And Speculating On Cosmic Order.

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.

The Admiration Of Another Writer’s Work Is Almost In Inverse Proportion To Similarities In Style.