The Only Reason For Being Young Is

To Read In Bed Is To Draw Around Us Invisible, Noiseless Curtains. Then At Last We Are In A Room Of Our Own And Are Ready To Burrow Back, Back To That Private Life Of The Imagination We All Led As A Child And To Whose Secret Satisfactions So Many Of Us Have Mislaid The Key.

Experience Teaches You That The Man Who Looks You Straight In The Eye, Particularly If He Adds A Firm Handshake, Is Hiding Something.

Mr. Faulkner, Of Course, Is Interested In Making Your Mind Rather Than Your Flesh Creep.

Insomnia Is A Gross Feeder. It Will Nourish Itself On Any Kind Of Thinking, Including Thinking About Not Thinking.

There Are Two Kinds Of Writers; The Great Ones Who Can Give You Truths, And The Lessor Ones, Who Can Only Give You Themselves.