I Feel Sorry For The Man Who

I Have Thousands Of Opinions Still - But That Is Down From Millions - And, As Always, I Know Nothing.

Often Writing Is Like A Struggle To Get Back To A Kind Of Belated, Quite Impure Virginity.

It Is Death That Goes Down To The Center Of The Earth, The Great Burial Church The Earth Is, And Then To The Curved Ends Of The Universe, As Light Is Said To Do

Nothing I Have Ever Written Has Been Admired As Much As The Announcement Of My Death.

I Am Startled When People Are Themselves And Are Not My Thoughts Of Them.