Elsewhere The Sky Is The Roof Of

Human Relationships Are The Tragic Necessity Of Human Life; That They Can Never Be Wholly Satisfactory, That Every Ego Is Half The Time Greedily Seeking Them, And Half The Time Pulling Away From Them.

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

Yes, And Because We Grow Old We Become More And More The Stuff Our Forbears Put Into Us. I Can Feel His Savagery Strengthen In Me. We Think We Are So Individual And So Misunderstood When We Are Young; But The Nature Our Strain Of Blood Carries Is Inside There, Waiting, Like Our Skeleton.

Most Of The Basic Material A Writer Works With Is Acquired Before The Age Of Fifteen.

Too Much Information Is Rather Deadening.