Fiction Is Art And Art

The Constants That I Look For Are A Love Of Light And A Determination To Trace Some Moral Chain Of Being.

I Sometimes Go Back To Walk Through The Ghostly Remains Of Sutton Place Where The Rude, New Buildings Stand Squarely In One Another's River Views.

A Lonely Man Is A Lonesome Thing, A Stone, A Bone, A Stick, A Receptacle For Gilbey's Gin, A Stooped Figure Sitting At The Edge Of A Hotel Bed, Heaving Copious Sighs Like The Autumn Wind.

Homesickness Is Nothing. Fifty Percent Of The People In The World Are Homesick All The Time.

The Short Story Is The Literature Of The Nomad.