I Think You Always Feel Braver In

The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television With Nancy, Or I Write. It Is Difficult, Not Having A Family, And It Is Difficult To Explain. I Always Go To Bed Early. And I Am Always Ready For Monday Morning, That Time That Other People Dread.

You Are Wrong If You Think You Cannot Live Without Love. I Cannot Live Without It. I Do Not Mean That I Go Into A Decline, Develop Odd Symptoms, Became A Caricature. I Mean That I Cannot Live Well Without It. I Cannot Think Or Act Or Speak Or Write Or Even Dream With Any Kind Of Energy In The Absence Of Love. I Feel Excluded From The Living World. I Become Cold, Fish-like, Immobile. I Implode.

Like Many Rich Men, He Thought In Anecdotes; Like Many Simple Women, She Thought In Terms Of Biography.

To Remain Pure, A Novel Has To Cast A Moral Puzzle. Anything Else Is Mere Negotiation.

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.