All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful But Cheerful.

I Hated The Salinger Story. It Took Me Days To Go Through It, Gingerly, A Page At A Time, And Blushing With Embarrassment For Him Every Ridiculous Sentence Of The Way. How Can They Let Him Do It?

The Armored Cars Of Dreams, Contrived To Let Us Do So Many A Dangerous Thing.

There Are Some People Whom We Envy Not Because They Are Rich Or Handsome Or Successful, Although They May Be All Or Any Of These, But Because Everything They Are Or Do Seems To Be All Of A Piece, So That Even If They Wanted To They Could Not Be Or Do Otherwise.

I've Never Written The Things I'd Like To Write That I've Admired All My Life. Maybe One Never Does.

Something Needn't Be Large To Be Good.