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The Business Of A Novelist Is, In My Opinion, To Create Characters First And Foremost, And Then To Set Them In The Snarl Of The Human Currents Of His Time, So That There Results An Accurate Permanent Record Of A Phase Of History.

I Think The Satirist Is Always Basically Optimistic. The Satirist's Complaint About Society Is Always That It Doesn't Measure Up To A Fairly High Ideal He Has. I Think That Even The Bitterest Satirist, Even A Man Like Swift, Was Probably Rather An Optimist At Heart.

Experiments In The Visual Arts (the Invention Of New Ways Of Seeing Things), Are Made Because, Due To The Way The Apparatus That Makes Up The Mind Is Made, Old Processes And Patterns Have Continually To Be Broken Up In Order To Make It Possible To Perceive The New Aspects And Arrangements Of Evolving Consciousness. The Great Enemy Of Intelligence Is Complacency.

Women Is Fine Once You Got Em Pinned Down, Boss, But When They Ain't Pinned Down They're Hell.

Why Won't They Let A Year Die Without Bringing In A New One On The Instant, Can't They Use Birth Control On Time? I Want An Interregnum. The Stupid Years Patter On With Unrelenting Feet, Never Stopping - Rising To Little Monotonous Peaks In Our Imaginations At Festivals Like New Year's And Easter And Christmas - But, Goodness, Why Need They Do It?