The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

While Time, The Endless Idiot, Runs Screaming Round The World.

Coming Down Was The Hardest Part Of Any Climbing.

You Don't Know What It Is To Store Up A Lot Of Details And Then Come Upon Something Real.

The Thinking Mind Is Best Controlled By The Imagination.