If Ignorance Is Bliss, Why Aren't There

I Never Quite Dare To Believe I'm Brave Enough To Be An Artist, But I'm On The Side Of Artists. I Think Of Myself As A Bit Of A Salieri, Looking With Longing Eyes At Mozart.

How Can One Not Be Fond Of Something That The Daily Mail Despises?

I Don't Watch Television, I Think It Destroys The Art Of Talking About Oneself.

[...] I Suppose This Was The First Time I Had Ever Felt An Urge Not To Be. Never An Urge To Die, Far Less An Urge To Put An End To Myself - Simply An Urge Not To Be. This Disgusting, Hostile And Unlovely World Was Not Made For Me, Nor I For It. It Was Alien To Me And I To It.

Money And Fame Are Trashy And Don't Guarantee Happiness, But We All Refuse Really To Know It.