Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes

What Baffled Him Was That There Should Be All This Fuss About Something So Simple As Love.

I Am Finding It Very Hard To Get My Novel Started. I Suffer From Stylistic Abscesses; And Sentences Keep Itching Without Coming To A Head.

Thought Is The Greatest Of Pleasures —pleasure Itself Is Only Imagination—have You Ever Enjoyed Anything More Than Your Dreams?

There Are Three Thing In The World I Love Most: The Sea, Hamlet, And Don Giovanni.

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.