Why should I want what's good for me?' Beatrice asked him, smiling. 'Is that what you want for yourself - only what's good for you?
None of the rest of my life figures here.
I feel a terrible loss when I (eventually must) complete a work of fiction.
Was it confusing because it was artistic, or artistic because it was confusing?
I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space- who else?
I work very slowly. It's like building a ladder, where you're building your own ladder rung by rung, and you're climbing the ladder. It's not the best way to build a ladder, but I don't know any other way.