To Play Safe, I Prefer To Accept

It Was An Interesting Thing To Do. Why Did I Write Any Of My Books, After All? For The Sake Of The Pleasure, For The Sake Of The Difficulty. I Have No Social Purpose, No Moral Message; I've No General Ideas To Exploit, I Just Like Composing Riddles With Elegant Solutions.

The Pleasures Of Writing Correspond Exactly To The Pleasures Of Reading

Existence Is A Series Of Footnotes To A Vast, Obscure, Unfinished Masterpiece.

Here Lies The Sense Of Literary Creation To Portray Ordinary Objects As They Will Be Reflected In Kindly Mirrors Of Future Times. . . . To Find In Objects Around Us The Fragrant Tenderness That Only Posterity Will Discern . . .

Who Can Say What Heartbreaks Are Caused In A Dog By Our Discontinuing A Romp?