Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

I Must Say What I Admire Most Is The Person Who Masters An Area Of Practical Experience, And Can Teach Me Something. I Mean, My Local Midwife Has Taught Me How To Keep Bees. Well, She Can't Understand Anything I Write. And I Find Myself Liking Her, May I Say, More Than Most Poets. And Among My Friends I Find People Who Know All About Boats Or Know All About Certain Sports, Or How To Cut Somebody Open And Remove An Organ. I'm Fascinated By This Mastery Of The Practical.

The Slime Of All My Yesterdays Rots In The Hollow Of My Skull.

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.

No Day Is Safe From News Of You.

If Only A Group Of People Were More Important To Me Than The Idea Of A Novel, I Might Begin A Novel.