Physical Infidelity Is The Signal, The Notice

We Have The Bad Habit, Some Of Us, Of Looking Back To A Time - Almost Any Time Will Do - When Society Was Stable And Orderly, Family Ties Stronger And Deeper, Love More Lasting And Faithful, And So On. Let Me Be Your Cassandra Prophesying After The Fact, And A Long Study Of The Documents In The Case: It Was Never True, That Is, No Truer Than It Is Now.

There Is No Such Thing As An Exact Synonym And No Such Thing As An Unmixed Motive.

I Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

I Started Out With Nothing In The World But A Kind Of Passion, A Driving Desire. I Don't Know Where It Came From, And I Don't Know Why - Or Why I Have Been So Stubborn About It That Nothing Could Deflect Me. But This Thing Between Me And My Writing Is The Strongest Bond I Have Ever Had - Stronger Than Any Bond Or Any Engagement With Any Human Being Or With Any Other Work I've Ever Done.

We Know That The Furies Do Not Come Uninvited.