I Was Like A Cat Always Climbing

She Was Afraid Of These Things That Made Her Suddenly Wonder Who She Was, And What She Was Going To Be In The World, And Why She Was Standing At That Minute, Seeing A Light, Or Listening, Or Staring Up Into The Sky: Alone.

Sunday Afternoons Are The Longest Afternoons Of All.

A Writer Soon Discovers He Has No Single Identity But Lives The Lives Of All The People He Creates And His Weathers Are Independent Of The Actual Day Around Him. I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

I Got To Wear Blinders All The Time So I Won't Think Sideways Or In The Past.

The Most Fatal Thing A Man Can Do Is Try To Stand Alone.