I Only Fear The Death Of Others.

A Prig Always Finds A Last Refuge In Responsibility.

Living Is A Horizontal Fall.

I Want The Kind Of Readers Who Remain Children At Any Cost. I Can Tell Them At A Glance: Loyalty To That First Enchantment Guards Better Than Any Cosmetic; Than Any Diet, Against The Insults Of Age. But Alas For Such Readers, Who Would Huddle Safe And Sound In The Asylum Of Their Credulous Enchantment As If In The Womb-our Enervating Century Offends Them By Its Chaos, Its Fidgets Of Light And Space, The Host Of Its Excuses For Dividing , For Rending Oneself From Others And From Oneself.

Cultivate Everything The Critics Hated In Your First Work - That's What Makes You Unique.

A Little Too Much Is Just Enough For Me.