Life Is Unfair. And It's

We Need Wilderness Whether Or Not We Ever Set Foot In It. We Need A Refuge Even Though We May Never Need To Go There. We Need The Possibility Of Escape As Surely As We Need Hope.

But It Is A Writer's Duty To Write And Speak And Record The Truth, Always The Truth, No Matter Whom May Be Offended.

Literary Critics, Like A Herd Of Cows Or A School Of Fish, Always Face In The Same Direction, Obeying That Love For Unity That Every Critic Requires.

Great Art Is Never Perfect; Perfect Art Is Never Great.

Critics Are Like Ticks On A Dog Or Tits On A Motor: Ornamental But Dysfunctional.