If You Write Enough, You Begin To

It Is Always An Accident That Saves Us. It Is Someone We Have Never Seen.

I Like Aristocracy. I Like The Beauty Of Aristocracy. I Like The Hierarchical Feeling.

Certain Things I Remember Exactly As They Were. They Are Merely Discolored A Bit By Time, Like Coins In The Pocket Of A Forgotten Suit. Most Of The Details, Though, Have Long Since Been Transformed Or Rearranged To Bring Others Of Them Forward. Some, In Fact, Are Obviously Counterfeit; They Are No Less Important. One Alters The Past To Form The Future.

What Is The Ultimate Impulse To Write? Because All This Is Going To Vanish.

Being Somebody: It's One Of The Ideas In Life, No? That's What My Father Made Clear To Me. The Importance Of Being Somebody. He Wanted To Be Somebody. And He Underlined To Me The Fate Of Trying To Be Somebody And Not Quite Managing To Do It.