We All Write Poems; It Is Simply

All Novelists Should Live In Two Different Worlds: A Real One And An Unreal One.

To Despise All Effort Is The Greatest Effort Of All.

My Hatred Of Crowds, The Obviousness Of Crowds, Of Anything En Masse. Is This Why I Like Little-known Books? A General Desire To Escape The Main World.

I Think We Are Just Insects, We Live A Bit And Then Die And That’s The Lot. There’s No Mercy In Things. There’s Not Even A Great Beyond. There’s Nothing.

Always We Try To Put The Wild In A Cage.