Revenge Was A Very Wild Kind Of

Curiosity In Rome Is A Form Of Courtesy.

Writers Do Not Find Subjects; Subjects Find Them.

Imagination Of My Kind Is Most Caught, Most Fired, Most Worked Upon By The Unfamiliar: I Have Thrivenon The Changes And Chances, The Dislocations Andcontrasts Which Have Made Up So Much Of My Life.

Silence Sat In The Taxi, As Though A Stranger Had Got In.

Grown-up People Seem To Be Busy By Clockwork... They Run Their Unswerving Course From Object To Object, Directed By Some Mysterious Inner Needle That Points All The Time To What They Must Do Next. You Can Only Marvel At Such Misuse Of Time.