Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

Any Writer Is Inevitably Going To Work With His Own Anxieties And Desires. If The Book Is Any Good It Has Got To Have In It The Fire Of A Personal Unconscious Mind.

There Is A Gulf Fixed Between Those Who Can Sleep And Those Who Cannot. It Is One Of The Greatest Divisions Of The Human Race.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

There Is No Triumph Of Good, And If There Were It Would Not Be A Triumph Of Good.

I Hate Solitude But I Am Afraid Of Intimacy. The Substance Of My Life Is A Private Conversation With Myself And To Turn It Into A Dialogue Would Be Equivalent To Self-destruction. The Company I Need Is The Company Which A Pub Or A Cafe Will Provide. I Have Never Wanted A Communion Of Souls.