It's The Things You Don't Do, Not

We Each Live In A Private, Distorted, Individual World - Stars Turning In Space, Warmed For A Moment By Each Other's Light, Then Lost In Infinite Distance.

Progress? It Ought To Be Stopped, That's What I Say. If The Lord Meant Chickens To Come Out Of Incubators He'd Never Have Made Hens, It Stands To Reason.

The Only Difficulty Is To Know What Bits To Choose And What To Leave Out. Novel-writing Is Not Creation, It Is Selection.

I Am Much Perturbed By This Business Of Sickness. Our Bodies Seem So Easily To Leap Into The Saddle Where Our Minds Should Be. People Who Are Ill Become Changelings.

I Advise Nobody To Drown Sorrow In Cocoa. It Is Bad For The Figure And It Does Not Alleviate The Sorrow.