“Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.”

“One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.”

“His failure became my destiny”

“He is too presumptuous about the inanities of appearances, poor realities gone for a toss.”

“History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.”

“Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”