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When All Of Us Are Forgotten, People Will Still Be Remembering Stephen King.

When I Was 12 Years Old, Someone Took Me To See Martha Graham. It Was Nothing Like What I Thought Of As Serious Dancing And Even Then I Knew I Was Having A Great Experience. It Was As If Somebody Was Moving Through Space Like No One Ever Did Before.

Henry Miller Wrote Novels, But He Calls His Protagonist Henry, Often Henry Miller, And His Books Are In This Gray Area Between Memoir And Novel.

I've Been Writing About James Fenimore Cooper. He Was Not A Writer. Here Was A Man Who Was 30 Years Old And Had Never Put Anything More Than His Signature On Paper.

There Is A Place In Men's Lives Where Pictures Do In Fact Bleed, Ghosts Gibber And Shriek, Maidens Run Forever Through Mysterious Landscapes From Nameless Foes; That Place Is, Of Course, The World Of Dreams And Of The Repressed Guilts And Fears That Motivate Them [i.e., The Unconscious]. This World The Dogmatic Optimism And Shallow Psychology Of The Age Of Reason Had Denied; And Yet This World It Is The Final, Perhaps The Essential, Purpose Of The Gothic Romance To Assert.