Nothing Lasts. Not Even A Great Sorrow.

Language Is Memory And Metaphor.

The Older I Grow The More Sharply I Mistrust Words. So Few Of Them Have Any Meaning Left. It Is Impossible To Write One Sentence In Which Every Word Has The Bareness And Hardness Of Bones, The Reality Of The Skeleton.

If You Think With Enough Energy About A Hoped-for Event, It Will In The End Happen. Not Because You Willed It. Because It Was All The Time In Your Nature.

In My Firm, We Dealt In Lies. Advertising Is That ... The Skilful Use Of The Truth To Mislead, To Spoil, To Debase.

The Sex Even In Serious Pornography Has Less Singularity Than The Mating Of Squirrels.