Writers Talk Too Much.

For Every Man Who Lives Without Freedom, The Rest Of Us Must Face The Guilt.

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

As One Grows Older, One Realizes How Little One Knows About Any Relationship, Or Even About Oneself.

Childhood Is Less Clear To Me Than To Many People: When It Ended I Turned My Face Away From It For No Reason That I Know About, Certainly Without The Usual Reason Of Unhappy Memories. For Many Years That Worried Me, But Then I Discovered That The Tales Of Former Children Are Seldom To Be Trusted. Some People Supply Too Many Past Victories Or Pleasures With Which To Comfort Themselves, And Other People Cling To Pains, Real And Imagined, To Excuse What They Have Become.

Guilt Is Often An Excuse For Not Thinking.