If They Ask You To Stand Still,

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

Personally, I Like The Social Novel. I Like Writing That Gets In And Under The Hood And Looks About - At What's Going On. But I Don't Say To Any Writer That That's Absolutely What They Should Do.

One Small Cloud, Cast Out By The Herd, Limps Away To The West.

The Luxury Of Age Was The Giving Up Of Vanity.

We Seldom Know What We're Hearing When We Hear Something For The First Time, But One Thing Is Certain: We Hear It As We Will Never Hear It Again. We Return To The Moment To Experience It, I Suppose, But We Can Never Really Find It, Only Its Memory, The Faintest Imprint Of What Really Was, What It Meant.