The Lucky Man Is He Who Knows

The Lucky Man Is He Who Knows How Much To Leave To Chance.

There Is No Other Way Of Writing A Novel Than To Begin At The Beginning At To Continue To The End.

Perhaps That Suspicion Of Fraud Enhances The Flavor.

Everything Was In Stark And Dreadful Contrast With The Trivial Crises And Counterfeit Emotions Of Hollywood, And I Returned To England Deeply Moved And Emotionally Worn Out.

When I Die There May Be A Paragraph Or Two In The Newspapers. My Name Will Linger In The British Museum Reading Room Catalogue For A Space At The Head Of A Long List Of Books For Which No One Will Ever Ask.