The Novel Is Resilient, And

The World Is Not Real For Me Until It Has Been Pushed Through The Mesh Of Language.

...being Alone With Him Was Like Being In A Room Which Someone Had Just Violently Left

Doing What You Do Well Is Death. Your Duty Is To Keep Trying To Do Things That You Don't Do Well, In The Hope Of Learning.

In The City Of Flesh I Travel Without Maps, A Worried Tourist: And Ottilie Was A Very Venice. I Stumbled Lost In The Blue Shade Of Her Pavements. Here Was A Dreamy Stillness, A Swaying, The Splash Of An Oar. Then, When I Least Expected It, Suddenly I Stepped Out Into The Great Square, The Sunlight, And She Was A Flock Of Birds Scattering With Soft Cries In My Arms.

Dogs Are Dim Creatures, Do Not Speak To Me Of Their Good Sense--have You Ever Heard Of A Team Of Tomcats Hauling A Sled Across The Frozen Wastes?