Literary Critics, Like A Herd

We Spend More Time Working For Our Labor-saving Machines Than They Do Working For Us.

It Is Always Dishonest For A Reviewer To Review The Author Instead Of The Author's Book.

In The Modern World, All Literary Art Is Necessarily Political -- Especially That Which Pretends Not To Be.

The Ideal Kitchen-sink Novel: Throw In Everything But The Kitchen Sink. Then Add The Kitchen Sink.

In This Glare Of Brilliant Emptiness, In This Arid Intensity Of Pure Heat, In The Heart Of A Weird Solitude, Great Silence And Grand Desolution, All Things Recede To Distrances Out Of Reach, Relecting Light But Impossible To Touch, Annihilating All Thought And All That Men Have Made To A Spasm Of Whirling Dust Far Out On The Golden Desert.