Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Kinds Of Trickery: The "fronts" People Assume Before One Another's Eyes, And The "front" A Writer Puts On The Face Of Reality.

For Me Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz.

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

For What Are We Looking For If Not To Please? I Do Not Know If The Desire To Attract Others Comes From A Superabundance Of Vitality, Possessiveness, Or The Hidden, Unspoken Need To Be Reassured.

Only By Pursuing The Extremes In One's Nature, With All Its Contradictions, Appetites, Aversions, Rages, Can One Hope To Understand A Little - Oh, I Admit Only A Very Little - Of What Life Is About.