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After All, Isn't The Purpose Of The Novel, Or Of A Museum, For That Matter, To Relate Our Memories With Such Sincerity As To Transform Individual Happiness Into A Happiness All Can Share?

The Sight Of Snow Made Her Think How Beautiful And Short Life Is And How, In Spite Of All Their Enmities, People Have So Very Much In Common; Measured Against Eternity And The Greatness Of Creation, The World In Which They Lived Was Narrow. That's Why Snow Drew People Together. It Was As If Snow Cast A Veil Over Hatreds, Greed, And Wrath And Made Everyone Feel Close To One Another. -- Snow Pg 119

I Don’t Like To Make Strong Statements. I Want To Write Strong Novels … I Keep My Deep Radical Things For My Novels.

The Challenge Is To Lend Conviction Even To The Voices Which Advocate Views I Find Personally Abhorrent, Whether They Are Political Islamists Or Officers Justifying A Coup.

The Entire World Was Like A Palace With Countless Rooms Whose Doors Opened Into One Another. We Were Able To Pass From One Room To The Next Only By Exercising Our Memories And Imaginations, But Most Of Us, In Our Laziness, Rarely Exercised These Capacities, And Forever Remained In The Same Room.