Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Birth, and copulation, and death; that's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.
My name is only an anagram of toilets.
The naming of cats is a difficult matter
An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.