Great Works Of The Imagination Are Not

The Chilly December Day! Two Shivering Bicycle Mechanics From Dayton, Ohio First Felt Their Homemade Contraption Whittled Out Of Hickory Sticks, Gummed Together With Arnstein's Bicycle Cement, Stretched With Muslin They'd Sewn On Their Sister's Sewing Machine In Their Own Backyard On Hawthorn Street In Dayton, Ohio, Soar Into The Air Above The Dunes And The Wide Beach At Kitty Hawk.

A Writer ... Whittles At The Words And Phrases Of Today And Makes Of Them Forms To Set The Mind Of Tomorrow's Generation.

A Novel Is A Commodity That Fulfills A Certain Need; People Need To Buy Daydreams Like They Need To Buy Ice Cream Or Aspirin Or Gin. They Even Need To Buy A Pinch Of Intellectual Catnip Now And Then To Liven Up Their Thoughts.

In The Last Twenty-five Years A Change Has Come Over The Visual Habits Of Americans . . . From Being A Wordminded People We Are Becoming An Eyeminded People.

Every Generation Rewrites The Past. In Easy Times History Is More Or Less Of An Ornamental Art, But In Times Of Danger We Are Driven To The Written Record By A Pressing Need To Find Answers To The Riddles Of Today.... In Times Of Change And Danger When There Is A Quicksand Of Fear Under Men's Reasoning, A Sense Of Continuity With Generations Gone Before Can Stretch Like A Lifeline Across The Scary Present And Get Us Past That Idiot Delusion Of The Exceptional Now That Blocks Good Thinking.