I Think The Pattern Of

I Long For The Raised Voice, The Howl Of Rage Or Love.

I Think The Pattern Of My Essays Is, A Funny Thing Happened To Me On My Way Through Finnegans Wake.

Delillo Never Seems Committed To Me To What He Is Writing. Very Nice Surfaces, But He's Got Nothing Underneath.

The Text Is Merely One Of The Contexts Of A Piece Of Literature, Its Lexical Or Verbal One, No More Or Less Important Than The Sociological, Psychological, Historical, Anthropological Or Generic.

If There's One Thing I Can't Stand, It's Somebody Doing Something Because I Pushed Them In That Direction.