For Me, The Novel Is Experience Illumined

No, One Couldn't Make A Revolution, One Couldn't Even Start A Riot, With Sheep That Asked Only For Better Browsing.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

Nobody, Not Even The Old, Not Even The Despairing, Wished To Come To An End In Time Or In Eternity.

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.

Convictions ... Are Always Getting In The Way Of Opportunities.