...the Tourist Venice Is Venice.

What I Really Do Is Take Real Plums And Put Them In An Imaginary Cake. If You're Interested In The Cake, You Get Rather Annoyed With People Saying What Species The Real Plum Was.

Anybody Who Has Ever Tried To Rectify An Injustice Or Set A Record Straight Comes To Feel That He Is Going Mad.

My Occupational Hazard Is That I Can't Help Plagiarizing From Real Life.

Life For The European Is A Career; For The American It Is A Hazard.

In Moments Of Despair, We Look On Ourselves Lead-enly As Objects; We See Ourselves, Our Lives, As Someone Else Might See Them And May Even Be Driven To Kill Ourselves If The Separation, The "knowledge," Seems Sufficiently Final.