Words Have A Life; Without Response They

The First Thing I Would Say To Young Writers Is, "don't Do It, Unless You Can't Stand Not To Do It." And The Second Thing I Would Say Is, "if You Do Do It, And Get Into It, The Constant Rule You Should Have In Mind Is To Explore Your Material." It Sounds Simple, But It Isn't, Because People Often Want To Get From A To B, And They Don't Stop To Look At What Is In The Material.

A Family Is Everybody All Together.

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

What A Weird Thing Smoking Is And I Can't Stop It. I Feel Cosy, Have A Sense Of Well-being When I'm Smoking, Poisoning Myself, Killing Myself Slowly. Not So Slowly Maybe. I Have All Kinds Of Pains I Don't Want To Know About And I Know That's What They're From. But When I Don't Smoke I Scarcely Feel As If I'm Living. I Don't Feel As If I'm Living Unless I'm Killing Myself.

I Believe That Most Of Us Would Like To Be Thought Well Of By Horses.