But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.

The Bereaved Cannot Communicate With The Unbereaved.

Until I Have Been Able To Bury My Head So Deep In Dear London That I Can Forget That I Have Ever Been Away I Am Inconsolable.