We Remember The Details Of Our Story,

Sometimes I See Myself Reflected Too Closely In Other Men For Comfort, And Then I Have An Enormous Wish To Believe In The Saints, In Heroic Virtue.

What Happens If You Drop All The Things That Make You I?

As Long As Nothing Happens Anything Is Possible.

I Say That Home Is Where There Is A Chair And A Glass.

The Economy Of A Novelist Is A Little Like That Of A Careful Housewife Who Is Unwilling To Throw Away Anything That Might Perhaps Serve Its Turn.