Writing Is A Way Of Talking Without

I Have A Remarkable Memory; I Forget Everything. It Is Wonderfully Convenient. It Is As Though The World Were Constantly Renewing Itself For Me.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

Those Moments When You Feel You Want To Read Something Truly Beautiful. The Eyes Make A Tour Of The Library, And There Is Nothing. Then You Decide To Take No Matter What, And It Is Full Of Beautiful Things.

Words Are The Coins Making Up The Currency Of Sentences, And There Are Always Too Many Small Coins.

Somewhere In The Shadow Cast By Every Famous Man Is A Feminine Victim.