I Was Cured All Right.

A Work Of Fiction Should Be, For Its Author, A Journey Into The Unknown, And The Prose Should Convey The Difficulties Of The Journey.

...the Essential Intention Is The Real Sin. A Man Who Cannot Choose Ceases To Be A Man.

We Can Destroy What We Have Written, But We Cannot Unwrite It.

And, My Brothers, It Was Real Satisfaction To Me To Waltz-left Two Three, Right Two Three-and Carve Left Cheeky And Right Cheeky, So That Like Two Curtains Of Blood Seemed To Pour Out At The Same Time, One On Either Side Of His Fat Filthy Oily Snout In The Winter Starlight.

We Only Need To Wear Shoes Because The British Built Roads Which Hurt Our Feet.