Nothing Fades So Quickly As What Is

In Various And Different Circumstances Certain Objects And Individuals Are Going To Turn Out To Be Vital. The Wager Of Survival Cannot, By Its Nature, Reveal Which, In Advance Of Events.

Perhaps The Best Way To Write Is To Do So As If One Were Already Dead, Afraid Of No One's Reactions, Answerable To No One's Views.

Exile As A Mode Of Genius No Longer Exists; In Place Of Joyce We Have The Fragments Of Work Appearing In Index On Censorship.

I Don't Understand Writers Who Feel They Shouldn't Have To Do Any Of The Ordinary Things Of Life, Because I Think That This Is Necessary: One Has To Keep In Touch With That... The Ordinary Action Of Taking A Dress Down To The Dry Cleaner's Or Spraying Some Plants Infected With Greenfly Is A Very Sane And Good Thing To Do. It Brings One Back, So To Speak. It Also Brings The World Back.

The Caged Eagle Become A Metaphor For All Forms Of Isolation, The Ultimate In Imprisonment. A Zoo Is Prison.