There Is No Such Thing

Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz. Much Of The Time Life Is A Sort Of Rhythmic Progression Of Three Characters. If One Tells Oneself That Life Is Like That, One Feels It Less Arbitrary.

For This Was The Round Of Love: Fear Which Leads On Desire, Tenderness And Fury, And That Brutal Anguish Which Triumphantly Follows Pleasure.

Love Is Worth Whatever It Costs.

My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be The Only Consistent Side Of My Character. Is It Because I Have Not Read Enough?

Curiosity Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.