I've Never Had Any Intentions About Anything.

Only Art Means Anything.

Books, Cats, Life Is Good.

Vice Is Nice, But A Little Virtue Won't Hurt You.

I Tend To Be Rather Inconsequential And Trail Off.

Neither Mine Nor Other People's Prospects Seem Particularly Pleasing Just At The Moment, And I Have Fantasies Of Going To Iceland, Never To Return. As It Is, I Tell Myself Not To Remember The Past, Not To Hope Or Fear For The Future, And Not To Think In The Present, A Comprehensive Program That Will Undoubtedly Have Very Little Success.