Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.