The Author: An Imaginary Person Who Writes

Style: There Is Something In Too Much Verbal Felicity (as In Joyce Or Nabokov Or Borges) That Can Betray The Writer Into Technique For The Sake Of Technique.

Great Art Is Never Perfect; Perfect Art Is Never Great.

Man Was Created To Complete The Horse.

If We Had The Power Of Ten Shakespeares Or A Dozen Mozarts, We Could Not Produce Anything Half So Marvelous As One Ordinary Human Child.

The Ready Availability Of Suicide, Like Sex And Alcohol, Is One Of Life's Basic Consolations.