The Human Imagination... Has Great

The Human Imagination... Has Great Difficulty In Living Strictly Within The Confines Of A Materialist Practice Or Philosophy. It Dreams, Like A Dog In Its Basket, Of Hares In The Open.

We Never Look At Just One Thing; We Are Always Looking At The Relation Between Things And Ourselves.

Every City Has A Sex And Age Which Have Nothing To Do With Demography.

The Past Grows Gradually Around One, Like A Placenta For Dying.

In The Modern World, In Which Thousands Of People Are Dying Every Hour As A Consequence Of Politics, No Writing Anywhere Can Begin To Be Credible Unless It Is Informed By Political Awareness And Principles. Writers Who Have Neither Product Utopian Trash.