You Have To Assert Something About Yourself

A Bad Act Done Will Fester And Create In Its Own Way. It's Not Only Goodness That Creates. Bad Things Create. They Have Their Own Yeast.

There's No End To The Inventiveness Of Critics, I Tell You. Because They Can't Write Fiction, They Put Their Impulse Into Their Analysis Of Work.

I Haven't Had A Single Moment Of Terror Since They Told Me [i Was Dying]. My Only Regret Is To Die Four Pages Too Soon. If I Can Finish, Then I'm Quite Happy To Go.

That Vision Of A Common Culture Is Now Simply A Remote Wistfulness.

The Loss Of Eden Is Personally Experienced By Every One Of Us As We Leave The Wonder And Magic And Also The Pains And Terrors Of Childhood.