The Middle Years, Caught Between Children And

What Really Annoys Me Are The Ones Who Write To Say, I Am Doing Your Book For My Final Examinations And Could You Please Tell Me What The Meaning Of It Is. I Find It Just So Staggering--that You're Supposed To Explain The Meaning Of Your Book To Some Total Stranger! If I Knew What The Meanings Of My Books Were, I Wouldn't Have Bothered To Write Them.

You Have To Be Careful What You Imagine, Because The Act Of Imagining Is The Act Of Encouraging Yourself To Be A Certain Kind Of Person.

I Confidently Predict The Collapse Of Capitalism And The Beginning Of History. Something Will Go Wrong In The Machinery That Converts Money Into Money, The Banking System Will Collapse Totally, And We Will Be Left Having To Barter To Stay Alive. Those Who Can Dig In Their Garden Will Have A Better Chance Than The Rest. I'll Be All Right; I've Got A Few Veg.

Family Life Itself, That Safest, Most Traditional, Most Approved Of Female Choices, Is Not A Sanctuary: It Is, Perpetually, A Dangerous Place.

Scenery Can Be A Violent Stimulant.