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I Do Not Say Correct Or Savory. I Do Not Say Seemly Or Even Natural. I Say Serious. Sensationally Serious. Unspeakably Serious. Solemnly, Recklessly, Blissfully Serious.

He Had Learned The Worst Lesson That Life Can Teach - That It Makes No Sense.

I Don't Wish To Be A Slave Any Longer To The Stringent Exigencies Of Literature.

It’s Amazing What Lies People Can Sustain Behind The Mask Of Their Real Faces.

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.