How Can The Unknown Merit

Occasionally It Does Hit Me, The Words On A Page. And I Still Love Doing That, As I Have For The Last 60 Years.

I Don't Think There's Been Any Writer Like Samuel Beckett. He's Unique. He Was A Most Charming Man And I Used To Send Him My Plays.

Don't Forget The Earth's About Five Thousand Million Years Old, At Least. Who Can Afford To Live In The Past?

The More Acute The Experience, The Less Articulate Its Expression.

Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?