Who Is Ever Adequate? We All Create

Solitary And Farouche People Don't Have Relationships; They Are Quite Unrelatable.

I Think The Main Thing, Don't You, Is To Keep The Show On The Road.

Fantasy Is Toxic: The Private Cruelty And The World War Both Have Their Start In The Heated Brain.

Each Of Us Keeps, Battened Down Inside Himself, A Sort Of Lunatic Giant; Impossible Socially, But Full Scale; And It's The Knockings And Battering We Sometimes Hear In Each Other That Keep Our Banter From Utter Banality.

... In Nine Out Of Ten Cases The Original Wish To Write Is The Wish To Make Oneself Felt[ellipsis In Source] The Non-essential Writer Never Gets Past That Wish.