Art Is A Kind Of Artificial Memory

Food Is A Profound Subject And One, Incidentally, About Which No Writer Lies.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

... When Caught Unawares I Usually Tell The Truth, And What's Duller Than That?

We Are All Prisoner, But The Name Of Our Cure Is Not Freedom

Literature Could Be Said To Be A Sort Of Disciplined Technique For Arousing Certain Emotions.