I Do Not Understand The World, But

There Are Only A Few Bits Of Absolute Knowledge In The World, People Can Learn Only One Or Two Fundamental Facts About Each Other, The Rest Is Decoration And Prejudice.

Love Must Be Learned And Learned Again; There Is No End.

Most People Won't Realise That Writing Is A Craft. You Have To Take Your Apprenticeship In It Like Anything Else.

There Seems To Be A Kind Of Order In The Universe…in The Movement Of The Stars And The Turning Of The Earth And The Changing Of The Seasons. But Human Life Is Almost Pure Chaos. Everyone Takes His Stance, Asserts His Own Right And Feelings, Mistaking The Motives Of Others, And His Own.

A Cultivated Style Would Be Like A Mask. Everybody Knows It's A Mask, And Sooner Or Later You Must Show Yourself -- Or At Least, You Show Yourself As Someone Who Could Not Afford To Show Himself, And So Created Something To Hide Behind. You Do Not Create A Style. You Work, And Develop Yourself; Your Style Is An Emanation From Your Own Being.