I Wasn’t Lonely. I Experienced No Self-pity.

I Write As A Function. Without It I Would Fall Ill And Die. It's As Much A Part Of One As The Liver Or Intestine, And Just About As Glamorous.

You Have To Die A Few Times Before You Can Really Live.

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

Parties Sickened Me. I Hated The Game-playing, The Dirty Play, The Flirting, The Amateurs Drunks, The Bores.

It Didn't Pay To Trust Another Human Being. Humans Didn't Have It, Whatever It Took.