Nothing Lasts. Not Even A Great Sorrow.

No Form Of Art Repeats Or Imitates Successfully All That Can Be Said By Another; The Writer Conveys His Experience Of Life Along A Channel Of Communication Closed To Painter, Mathematician, Musician, Film-maker.

In Europe, War Is A Disease Which Has Been In The Family For Generations: No One Is Surprised When It Makes Another Leap. Even The Patient Only Attends To It With Part Of His Mind.

Pornography Is Essentially Reductive, An Exercise In The Nothing-but Mode, A Depersonalizing Of The Human Beings Involved, A Showing-up Of Human Lust As Nothing But An Affair Of The Genitals.

A Writer's First Duty Is To Be Clear. Clarity Is An Excellent Virtue. Like All Virtues It Can Be Pursued At Ruinous Cost. Paid, So Far As I Am Concerned, Joyfully.

Only One Person In A Thousand Knows The Trick Of Really Living In The Present.