Sometimes The Silences, The Gaps, Tell Us

London Goes Beyond Any Boundary Or Convention.it Contains Every Wish Or Word Ever Spoken, Every Action Or Gesture Ever Made, Every Harsh Or Noble Statement Ever Expressed. It Is Illimitable. It Is Infinite London.

No Poet Is Ever Completely Lost. He Has The Secret Of His Childhood Safe With Him, Like Some Secret Cave In Which He Can Kneel. And, When We Read His Poetry, We Can Join Him There.

There Is No Humiliation Worse Than The Consciousness Of A Wasted Life. It Stains The Spirit, Forestalls Hope, And Destroys Any Motive For Action Or Change.

If I Did Only One Thing At A Time I'd Think I Was Wasting My Time. If, For Example, I Only Wrote Novels I Would Feel Like A Charlatan And A Fraud.

I Saw A Ghost Once, About 20 Years Ago. It Took The Form Of Someone Coming Out Of A Sleeping Body And Sitting At The Foot Of The Bed.