The Book Really Comes To Life In

The Thought Of The Novelist Lies Not In The Remarks Of His Characters Or Even In Their Introspection But In The Plight He Has Invented For His Characters - In The Juxtaposition Of Those Characters And In The Lifelike Ramifications Of The Ensemble They Make: Their Density, Their Substantiality, Their Lived Existence Actualized In All Its Nuanced Particulars, Is In Fact His Thought Metabolized.

You Cannot Observe People Through An Ideology. Your Ideology Observes For You.

Being In The Dark From Sentence To Sentence Is What Convinces Me To Go On.

Unless One Is Inordinately Fond Of Subordination, One Is Always At War.

A Jewish Man With Parents Alive Is A Fifteen-year-old Boy, And Will Remain A Fifteen-year-old Boy Until They Die!