A Writer Should Write What He Has

Failure And Well-disguised Cowardice Are More Human And More Beloved.

One Cat Just Leads To Another. The Place Is So Damned Big It Doesn't Really Seem As Though There Were Many Cats Until You See Them All Moving Like A Mass Migration At Feeding Time.

Defense Is The Stronger Form With The Negative Object, And Attack The Weaker Form With The Positive Object.

And How Much Better To Die In All The Happy Period Of Undisillusioned Youth, To Go Out In A Blaze Of Light, Than To Have Your Body Worn Out And Old And Illusions Shattered.

Writing, At Its Best, Is A Lonely Life.