The End Is In The Beginning And

With All This Darkness Round Me I Feel Less Alone.

Success And Failure On The Public Level Never Mattered Much To Me, In Fact I Feel More At Home With The Latter, Having Breathed Deep Of Its Vivifying Air All My Writing Life Up To The Last Couple Of Years.

The Only Thing You Must Never Speak Of Is Your Happiness.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

To Restore Silence Is The Role Of Objects.