Banality Is Sometimes Striking.

In Love There Are No Vacations. No Such Thing. Love Has To Be Lived Fully With Its Boredom And All That.

He Wanted To Pay Her; He Thought Women Ought To Be Paid For Keeping Men From Dying Or Going Out Of Their Minds.

The Solitude Of Writing Is A Solitude Without Which Writing Could Not Be Produced, Or Would Crumble, Drained Bloodless By The Search For Something Else To Write.

Life Is Only Lived Full-time By Women With Children.

Men Like Women Who Write. Even Though They Don't Say So. A Writer Is A Foreign Country.