Status Updates From Notes of a Native Son

"In effect, I hated and feared the world. And this meant, not only that I thus gave the world an altogether murderous power over me, but also that in such a self-destroying limbo I could never hope to write."

The moment I began living in French hotels I understood the necessity of French cafes. This made it rather difficult to look me up, for as soon as I was out of bed I hopefully took notebook and fountain pen off to the upstairs room of the Flore, where I consumed rather a lot of coffee, and as evening approached, rather a lot of alcohol, but did not get much writing done.

A part of me wishes i could have met Baldwin's father