Ghosts Seem Harder To Please

Whenever Possible I Avoid Talking. Reprieve From Talking Is My Idea Of A Holiday. At Risk Of Seeming Unsociable, Which I Am, I Admit I Love To Be Left In A Beatific Trance, When I Am In One. Friendly Romans Recognize That Wish.

In My Experience One Thing You Don't Learn From Is Anything Anyone Set Up To Be A Lesson; What You Are To Know You Pick Up As You Go Along.

The Best That An Individual Can Do Is To Concentrate On What He Or She Can Do, In The Course Of A Burning Effort To Do It Better.

As A Novelist, I Cannot Occupy Myself With "characters," Or At Any Rate Central Ones, Who Lack Panache, In One Or Another Sense, Who Would Be Incapable Of A Major Action Or A Major Passion, Or Who Have Not A Touch Of The Ambiguity, The Ultimate Unaccountability, The Enlarging Mistiness Of Persons "in History." History, As More Austerely I Now Know It, Is Not Romantic. But I Am.

That Is Partly Why Women Marry - To Keep Up The Fiction Of Being In The Hub Of Things.