What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose

In A Way My Reputation Has Become That Of The Curmudgeon.

I Will Say I Am The Sum Of My Books.

A Cat Only Has Itself.

Look, Boys, It Ever Strike You That The World Not Real At All? It Ever Strike You That We Have The Only Mind In The World And You Just Thinking Up Everything Else? Like Me Here, Having The Only Mind In The World, And Thinking Up You People Here, Thinking Up The War And All The Houses And The Ships And Them In The Harbour. That Ever Cross Your Mind?

The Only Lies For Which We Are Truly Punished Are Those We Tell Ourselves.