Youth Goes Caparisoned In Immortality.

We Live In A Society Which Salves Its Conscience More By Helping The Interestingly Unfortunate Than The Dull Deserving.

Authors Always Take Rejection Badly. They Equate It With Infanticide.

The Modern Holy Trinity Is Money, Sex And Celebrity.

Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.

I Knew The Facts Of Death Before I Knew The Facts Of Life. There Never Was A Time When I Didn't See The Skull Beneath The Skin.