I Have Always Been Reconciled To The

I Can Speak Of My Own Criterion For Judging Whether Or Not A Book Is Good Or Bad. I Ask Of It A Single Question, From How Deep And True An Impulse Did It Spring? Was It Written Merely To Shock? Only To Make Money? Or Was It Written To Create Something More Perfect And More Lasting Than The Life Experience From Which It Came?

We Are The Children Of A Technological Age. We Have Found Streamlined Ways Of Doing Much Of Our Routine Work. Printing Is No Longer The Only Way Of Reproducing Books. Reading Them, However, Has Not Changed.

[a Writer] Must Try To Think Clearly, To Feel Deeply, To Write Honestly. If He Is Fortunate He Will Make A Living, But His Work Will Never Be Anymore Essentially Clear And Deep And Honest Than He Himself Is, And He Will Be Judged Finally Not For How Many Copies His Books Have Sold, But For What They Have Done To Enrich The Lives Of Their Readers, Now And In Time To Come.

We All Think Were Going To Be Great And We Feel A Little Bit Robbed When Our Expectation Aren't Met, But Sometimes Our Expectations Sell Us Short. Sometimes The Expected Simply Pales In Comparison To The Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be Heard, Read To Grow.

What Makes A Book Great, A So-called Classic, It Its Quality Of Always Being Modern, Of Its Author, Though He Be Long Dead, Continuing To Speak To Each New Generation.