If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.

I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season.

Books, Cats, Life is Good.

Only art means anything.

Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.

It's well we cannot hear the screams we make in other people's dreams.

I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.