I've Spent My Life Supporting Myself.

I Think I Write About Things That Are Mysterious To Me.

It Seems To Me That The Problem With Diaries, And The Reason That Most Of Them Are So Boring, Is That Every Day We Vacillate Between Examining Our Hangnails And Speculating On Cosmic Order.

Clichés So Often Befall Vain People.

Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On A Life Of Its Own.

People Forget Years And Remember Moments.