The writer is always courted by invitations from the all-too- familiar.

Metaphysics keeps surviving its obituaries.

Aimless drifting also fulfills an intention.

A real idea keeps changing and appears in many places.

The facts, even the real ones, must be imagined before they can be stated.

The more learned a writer, the more digression beckons him.

In New York, one must collapse to be indolent.