I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
That was the best of all. To speak the truth and be attended.
While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.