To Be The Equal Of Reality You

After All The Work Of The Philosophers On His Soul And The Doctors On His Body, What Can We Really Say We Know About A Man? That He Is, When All Is Said And Done, Just A Passage For Liquids And Solids, A Pipe Of Flesh.

A Critic Is A Lug-worm In The Liver Of Literature.

It Takes A Lot Of Energy And A Lot Of Neurosis To Write A Novel. If You Were Really Sensible, You'd Do Something Else.

Music Was Invented To Confirm Human Loneliness.

It Is Not Peace We Seek But Meaning.