We Remember The Details Of

So It Always Is: When You Escape To A Desert The Silence Shouts In Your Ear.

When He Was Young, He Had Thought Love Had Something To Do With Understanding, But With Age He Knew That No Human Being Understood Another. Love Was The Wish To Understand, And Presently With Constant Failure The Wish Died, And Love Died Too Perhaps Or Changed Into This Painful Affection, Loyalty, Pity.

It Is Always Of Interest To Know What Strikes Another Human Being As Remarkable.

The Great Advantage Of Being A Writer Is That You Can Spy On People. You're There, Listening To Every Word, But Part Of You Is Observing. Everything Is Useful To A Writer, You See - Every Scrap, Even The Longest And Most Boring Of Luncheon Parties.

Hate Is An Automatic Response To Fear, For Fear Humiliates.