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I Once Started A Detective Story To Make Money—but I Couldn't Get The Murder To Take Place! At The End Of Three Chapters I Was Still Describing The Characters And The Milieu, So I Thought, This Is Not Going To Work. No Corpse!

We Are A Nation Of 20 Million Bathrooms, With A Humanist In Every Tub.

The Things Of This World Reveal Their Essential Absurdity When They Are Put In The Venetian Context. In The Unreal Realm Of The Canals, As In A Swiftian Lilliput, The Real World, With Its Contrivances, Appears As A Vast Folly.

When An American Heiress Wants To Buy A Man, She At Once Crosses The Atlantic. The Only Really Materialistic People I Have Ever Met Have Been Europeans.

For Self-realization, A Rebel Demands A Strong Authority, A Worthy Opponent, God To His Lucifer.