Where Can You Go From Nowhere, Except

In The Olden Days, A Memoir Was Something Written By Churchill And People Like That, Because They Had A Grand Experience And Considered It Useful For Future Generations. And Then It Became What It Became - A Public Purging In Which Other People Have The Chance To Judge You And Then Forgive You, Perhaps Learning Something From Your Sorry Example.

We Hated Pretentiousness; It Was A Form Of Self-hatred.

There Are Moments In Life When It Is All Turned Inside Out--what Is Real Becomes Unreal, What Is Unreal Becomes Tangible, And All Your Levelheaded Efforts To Keep A Tight Ontological Control Are Rendered Silly And Indulgent.

I Don't Like Having A Teaching Job - Office Hours And Conferences And Committees And Bosses And All That - But I Tend To Enjoy Teaching, And I Design The Course In Such A Way That There'll Be Pleasure In That.

Rilke Said That Art Can Come Only Out Of Inner Necessity. I Write Because I Must. Or Because I Cannot Not Write.