Ideals Jump Across The Hierarchies Of The

I Haven't Had A Single Moment Of Terror Since They Told Me [i Was Dying]. My Only Regret Is To Die Four Pages Too Soon. If I Can Finish, Then I'm Quite Happy To Go.

A Bad Act Done Will Fester And Create In Its Own Way. It's Not Only Goodness That Creates. Bad Things Create. They Have Their Own Yeast.

Everything We Do Has Consequences.

There's No End To The Inventiveness Of Critics, I Tell You. Because They Can't Write Fiction, They Put Their Impulse Into Their Analysis Of Work.

Television's Mr. Filth: That's Me.