And I Am In Retirement From Love.

The Body Of Our Saviour Shat But Our Saviour Shat Not.

I Write Because I Hate. A Lot. Hard.

When Book And Reader's Furrowed Brow Meet, It Isn't Always The Book That's Stupid.

Works Of Art Are Meant To Be Lived With And Loved, And If We Try To Understand Them, We Should Try To Understand Them As We Try To Understand Anyone — In Order To Know Them Better, Not In Order To Know Something Else.

I Was Struck By The Way In Which Meanings Are Historically Attached To Words: It Is So Accidental, So Remote, So Twisted. A Word Is Like A Schoolgirl's Room--a Complete Mess--so The Great Thing Is To Make Out A Way Of Seeing It All As Ordered, As Right, As Inferred And Following.