Silence Sat In The Taxi, As Though

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends.

Sacrificers ... Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those That They Sacrifice. Oh, The Sacrificers, They Get It Both Ways. A Person Knows Themselves That They're Able To Do Without.

The Process Of Reading Is Reciprocal; The Book Is No More Than A Formula, To Be Furnished Out With Images Out Of The Reader's Mind.

Each Piece Of Dialogue Must Be "something Happening". . .the "amusing" For Its Own Sake Should Above All Be Censored. . .the Functional Use Of Dialogue For The Plot Must Be The First Thing In The Writer's Mind. Where Functional Usefulness Cannot Be Established, Dialogue Must Be Left Out.

Proust Has Pointed Out That The Predisposition To Love Creates Its Own Objects; Is This Not Also True Of Fear?