Like A Historian, I Interpret,

Busyness, I Feel Increasingly, Is The Writer's Curse And Downfall. You Read Too Much And Write Too Readily, You Become Cut Off From Your Inner Life, From The Flow Of Your Own Thoughts, And Turned Far Too Much Towards The Outside World.

I Am Very Happy In Second-hand Bookshops; Would A Gardener Not Be Happy In A Garden?

Imagination Only Comes When You Privilege The Subconscious, When You Make Delay And Procrastination Work For You.

As Danton Sees It, The Most Bizarre Aspect Of Camille's Character Is His Desire To Scribble Over Every Blank Surface; He Sees A Guileless Piece Of Paper, Virgin And Harmless, And Persecutes It Till It Is Black With Words, And Then Besmirches Its Sister, And So On, Through The Quire.

Truth Can Break The Gates Down, Truth Can Howl In The Street; Unless Truth Is Pleasing, Personable And Easy To Like, She Is Condemned To Stay Whimpering At The Back Door.