No One More Cynical Than An Idealist.

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.

When I Am Fascinated By Something, I Like To Play With It.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive. Sometimes I Despair Of Ever Mastering It, Getting It Right. When I'm Old, Perhaps.

I Must Suppose That Reading Wonderful Writers May, Inadvertently, Teach An Avid Reader A Great Deal -- Not Only About Life And Other Matters, But About How To Write. Therefore Doubtless I Have Benefited From Frequent Immersions In The Glowing Genius Of Others. It Would Be Nice To Think So. (i Do Actually Think So). But To Improve My Skills Will Never Be The Prompting Force Of My Reading -- That's Just Literary Lust.

We All Have Our Dreams. May We Find Them, And God Have Mercy On Us When We Do.