I Think That If Writers Don't Speak

This Progressive Effacement Of Human Relationships Is Not Without Certain Problems For The Novel. How, In Point Of Fact, Would One Handle The Narration Of Those Unbridled Passions, Stretching Over Many Years, And At Times Making Their Effect Felt On Several Generations? We’re A Long Way From Wuthering Heights, To Say The Least. The Novel Form Is Not Conceived For Depicting Indifference Or Nothingness; A Flatter, More Terse, And Dreary Discourse Would Need To Be Invented.

Now Abideth Beauty, Truth, And Intensity; But The Greatest Of These Is Intensity.

I Think That If I Am Notorious, It Is Because Other People Have Decided That This Is How I Should Be.

When We Think About The Present, We Veer Wildly Between The Belief In Chance And The Evidence In Favour Of Determinism. When We Think About The Past, However, It Seems Obvious That Everything Happened In The Way That It Was Intended.

It's A Curious Idea To Reproduce When You Don't Even Like Life.