It's Funny To Be A Critic.

The Text Is Merely One Of The Contexts Of A Piece Of Literature, Its Lexical Or Verbal One, No More Or Less Important Than The Sociological, Psychological, Historical, Anthropological Or Generic.

I Used To Be Fond Of Indian Arm Wrestling.

Raymond Carver Is Good. I Think He'll Be Appreciated More And More. He's An Easy Writer To Imitate.

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.

Faulkner Sat In Our Living Room And Read From Light In August. That Was Incredible.