What Are We? Humans? Or Animals? Or

The Man Who Tells The Tale If He Has A Tale Worth Telling Will Know Exactly What He Is About And This Business Of The Artist As A Sort Of Starry-eyed Inspired Creature, Dancing Along, With His Feet Two Or Three Feet Above The Surface Of The Earth, Not Really Knowing What Sort Of Prints He's Leaving Behind Him, Is Nothing Like The Truth.

Graham Greene At 82 Years Old Was Still Writing, And I Don't Think Anyone Can Deny The Force, The Expertise, And The Unique Quality Of His Writing, If You Take His Complete Oeuvre.

I Think Women Are Foolish To Pretend They Are Equal To Men, They Are Far Superior And Always Have Been.

Nothing Is So Impenetrable As Laughter In A Language You Don't Understand.

If I Blow The Conch And They Don't Come Back; Then We've Had It. We Shan't Keep The Fire Going. We'll Be Like Animals. We'll Never Be Rescued." "if You Don't Blow, We'll Soon Be Animals Anyway.