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The Past Is Able To Close Round Certain Moments, As If They Were Seeds, And Deliver Them Again Fresh And Living In The Present.

The Only Way To Live Is To Accept Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle, Which Is Exactly What It Is: A Miracle And Unrepeatable.

If The Novel Is Dying, I See No Chance That Dismembering It Will Revive It.

No Form Of Art Repeats Or Imitates Successfully All That Can Be Said By Another; The Writer Conveys His Experience Of Life Along A Channel Of Communication Closed To Painter, Mathematician, Musician, Film-maker.

Think Of All The Really Successful Men And Women You Know. Do You Know A Single One Who Didn't Learn Very Young The Trick Of Calling Attention To Himself In The Right Quarters?