All Novelists Should Live In Two Different

He's Not Human; He's An Empty Space Disguised As A Human.

The Craving To Risk Death Is Our Last Great Perversion. We Come From Night, We Go Into Night. Why Live In Night?

The Diary Will Really Try And Tell People Who You Are And What You Were. The Alternative Is Writing Nothing, Or Creating A Totally Lifeless, As It Is Leafless, Garden.

The Practise Of An Art Is Essential To The Whole Man, Not Because Of What Art Is But Because Of What Art Does To The Artist.

I Must Fight With My Weapons. Not His. Not Selfishness And Brutality And Shame And Resentment.