That Sun, That Light Had

You Are Wrong If You Think You Cannot Live Without Love. I Cannot Live Without It. I Do Not Mean That I Go Into A Decline, Develop Odd Symptoms, Became A Caricature. I Mean That I Cannot Live Well Without It. I Cannot Think Or Act Or Speak Or Write Or Even Dream With Any Kind Of Energy In The Absence Of Love. I Feel Excluded From The Living World. I Become Cold, Fish-like, Immobile. I Implode.

It Will Be A Pity If Women In The More Conventional Mould Are To Be Phased Out, For There Will Never Be Anyone To Go Home To.

Problems Of Human Behavior Still Continue To Baffle Us, But At Least In The Library We Have Them Properly Filed.

I Think You Always Feel Braver In Another Language.

To Remain Pure, A Novel Has To Cast A Moral Puzzle. Anything Else Is Mere Negotiation.