But Before We Face Experience,

Someone Watches Over Us When We Write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.

The Air Itself Was Ebony, Like The Denial, The Refutation, Of The Idea Of Light.

Fiction Is The Only Way To Redeem The Formlessness Of Life

You See Tragedy Requires Persons Of Heroic Stature. It Works On The Principle Of People Being More Than Humansuper-humanand Also Being Only Too Human. But There Just Aren't Many Great Figures Around Now, So The Tragic Mechanisms Can't Work.

When I Hear About Some Sensational New Writer I Sort Of Think, Shut Up ... You've Got To Be Around For A Long Time Before You Can Really Say You're A Writer. You've Got To Stand The Test Of Time, Which Is The Only Real Test There Is.