Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

I'm Not Afraid Of Life And I'm Not Afraid Of Death: Dying's The Bore.

I Was Right Not To Be Afraid Of Any Thief But Myself, Who Will End By Leaving Me Nothing.

I Shall Try To Tell The Truth, But The Result Will Be Fiction.

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.

Human Life Itself May Be Almost Pure Chaos, But The Work Of The Artist Is To Take These Handfuls Of Confusion And Disparate Things, Things That Seem To Be Irreconcilable, And Put Them Together In A Frame To Give Them Some Kind Of Shape And Meaning.