It Was A Miracle; It Was All

I'm A Candle Flame That Sways In Currents Of Air You Can't See. You Need To Be The One Who Steadies Me To Burn.

Can You Imagine A Writer In England Influencing? Absolutely Not. And In France? It Used To Be, But No More-absolutely Not. France Used To, At Least, Have Writers As Diplomats, But Not Any More.

A Writer Doesn't Only Need The Time When He's Actually Writing - He Or She Has Got To Have Time To Think And Time Just To Let Things Work Out. Nothing Is Worse For This Than Society. Nothing Is Worse For This Than The Abrasive, If Enjoyable, Effect Of Other People.

Books Dont Need Batteries

I'm Forty-nine But I Could Be Twenty-five Except For My Face And My Legs.