What Are We Doing Here, That Is

What Kind Of Country Is This Where A Woman Can't Weep Her Heart Out On The Highways And Byways Without Being Tormented By Retired Bill-brokers!

It's Impossible I Should Have A Mind And I Have One

Friendship, According To Proust, Is The Negation Of That Irremediable Solitude To Which Every Human Being Is Condemned.

The Essential Doesn't Change.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.