Self-love Is An Idolatry. Self-hatred Is A

The Language Of The Younger Generation Has The Brutality Of The City And An Assertion Of Threatening Power At Hand, Not To Come. It Is Military, Theatrical, And At Its Most Coherent Probably A Lasting Repudiation Of Empty Courtesy And Bureaucratic Euphemism.

The Greatest Gift Is A Passion For Reading. It Is Cheap, It Consoles, It Distracts, It Excites, It Gives You Knowledge Of The World And Experience Of A Wide Kind. It Is A Moral Illumination.

The Future May Be An Enemy. Time Can Turn Happy Days And Nights Into Nothing.

Memory - The Very Skin Of Life.

I Am Alone Here In New York, No Longer A We.