I Find It A Huge

Nothing Got Inside The Head Without Becoming Pictures.

I Feel That Working Environmentalists Are, In The Main, Happier Than Armchair Environmentalists.

Fiction, I Believed, Was The Transmutation Of Experiential Dross Into Linguistic Gold. Fiction Meant Taking Up Whatever The World Had Abandoned By The Road And Making Something Beautiful Out Of It.

I Wanted All Of Her And Resented Other Boys For Wanting Any Part Of Her.

He Couldn't Figure Out If She Was Immensely Well Adjusted Or Seriously Messed Up.