There Are No Wrong Books.

Reader, I Am Myself The Subject Of My Book; You Would Be Unreasonable To Spend Your Leisure On So Frivolous And So Vain A Matter.

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

First Drafts Are For Learning What Your Story Is About.

Space Plus Whatever You Feel Equals More Whatever You Feel, Marvelous For Happiness, God Save You Otherwise.

You Could Not Pity Anything If You Weren't A Man; Pity Was A Surprise To God. It Was Not His Invention.