It Is A Hell Of A Thing

Any Man Who Eats Dessert Is Not Drinking Enough.

Having Books Published Is Very Destructive To Writing. It Is Even Worse Than Making Love Too Much. Because When You Make Love Too Much At Least You Get A Damned Clarte That Is Like No Other Light. A Very Clear And Hollow Light.

In Stating As Fully As I Could How Things Really Were, It Was Often Very Difficult And I Wrote Awkwardly And The Awkwardness Is What They Called My Style. All Mistakes And Awkwardness Are Easy To See, And They Called It Style.

I Am Glad We Do Not Have To Try To Kill The Stars.

As A Nobel Prize Winner I Cannot But Regret That The Award Was Never Given To Mark Twain, Nor To Henry James, Speaking Only Of My Own Countrymen. Greater Writers Than These Also Did Not Receive The Prize. I Would Have Been Happy - Happier - Today If The Prize Had Been Given To That Beautiful Writer Isak Dinesen.