I Hated Being A Novelist

The Individual Appears For An Instant, Joins The Community Of Thought, Modifies It And Dies; But The Species, That Dies Not, Reaps The Fruit Of His Ephemeral Existence.

No Mere Human Can Stand In A Fire And Not Be Consumed.

One Does Not Remember The Winners. One Remains Haunted By The Losers.

I Don't See Much Point In Doing Things For A Pure Joke. Every Now And Then You Need A Joke, But Not So Much As The People Who Spend All Their Lives Constructing Joke Palaces Think You Do.

I Like Feeling My Way Into Different Minds And Experiences. It Comes Naturally And Always Has.