It May Be Normal, Darling;

I'm Sure Proust Was A Big Bore.

I Will Say Only That All A Writer Has To Work With Is The Material He Has Gathered As The Result Of His Own Endeavor And Observations, And He Cannot Be Denied The Right To Use It. Condemn, But Not Deny.

Life Is A Moderately Good Play With A Badly Written Third Act.

I Dream Of Eagles And Bring Forth Sparrows.

They Can Romanticize Us So, Mirrors, And That Is Their Secret: What A Subtle Torture It Would Be To Destroy All The Mirrors In The World: Where Then Could We Look For Reassurance Of Our Identities?