I Write At High Speed

The Higher The Building The Lower The Morals.

Having To Read Footnotes Resembles Having To Go Downstairs To Answer The Door While In The Midst Of Making Love.

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.

It Is Discouraging How Many People Are Shocked By Honesty And How Few By Deceit.

I'll Go And See Anything So Long As It Amuses Me, Or Moves Me. If It Doesn't Do Either I Want To Go Home.