Writing, Like Life Itself, Is A Voyage

The Smile Was So Painfully Swift And Fleeting That It Was Like The Flash Of A Knife.

My One Thought Is To Get Out Of New York, To Experience Something Genuinely American.

It Is No Accident That Propels People Like Us To Paris.

It Is Almost Banal To Say So Yet It Needs To Be Stressed Continually: All Is Creation, All Is Change, All Is Flux, All Is Metamorphosis.

Confusion Is A Word We Have Invented For An Order Which Is Not Understood.