Life is short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever after.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

We are most artistically caged.

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.

IN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION: WHAT SCENES ONE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE FILMED Shakespeare in the part of the King's Ghost. The beheading of Louis the Sixteenth, the drums drowning his speech on the scaffold. Herman Melville at breakfast, feeling a sardine to his cat. Poe's wedding. Lewis Carroll's picnics. The Russians leaving Alaska, delighted with the deal. Shot of a seal applauding.

Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.