In My Firm, We Dealt

... I Used Words Without Precautions. I Wanted To Disappear Into Them, I Fled Into The Bovaryism Of The Writer Trying To Create An Effect.

As Often As Not Our Whole Self...engages Itself In The Most Trivial Of Things, The Shape Of A Particular Hill, A Road In The Town In Which We Lived As Children, The Movement Of Wind In Grass. The Things We Shall Take With Us When We Die Will Nearly All Be Small Things.

Could Anything Be Absurder Than A Man? The Animal Who Knows Everything About Himself--except Why He Was Born And The Meaning Of His Unique Existence.

Surprise Will Be My Last Emotion, Not Fear.

If We Are To Survive On This Planet, There Must Be Compromises.