The Books I Haven't Written Are Better

Most People Do Not Believe In Anything Very Much And Our Greatest Poetry Is Given To Us By Those Who Do.

That Sinister Stonehenge Of Economic Man, Rockefeller Center.

It Is The Fear Of Middle-age In The Young, Of Old-age In The Middle-aged, Which Is The Prime Cause Of Infidelity, That Infallible Rejuvenator.

Imprisoned In Every Fat Man A Thin One Is Wildly Signalling To Be Let Out.

The True Work Of Art Is The One Which The Seventh Wave Of Genius Throws Up The Beach Where The Undertow Of Time Cannot Drag It Back.