The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had

The World Is A Sea In Which We All Must Surely Drown.

None Of My Books Has Been Ever In My Head; After They're Finished, They Go. It's Like Being A Sort Of Medium; You Just Grab It When It's There Then Just Release It When It's Time To Go. There's A Lot Of Instinct, Not Planning.

Yet, Like The Sea And The Gallows, London Refuses Nobody.

There Are Certain People Who Seem Doomed To Buy Certain Houses. The House Expects Them. It Waits For Them.

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.