When You Are Writing Fiction Your Task

I Had Wanted Life Not To Bother Me Too Much, And Had Succeeded - And How Pitiful That Was.

We Thought We Were Being Mature When We Were Only Being Safe. We Imagined We Were Being Responsible But Were Only Being Cowardly. What We Called Realism Turned Out To Be A Way Of Avoiding Things Rather Than Facing Them.

[literature Is] A Process Of Producing Grand, Beautiful, Well-ordered Lies That Tell More Truth Than Any Assemblage Of Facts.

There Is Accumulation. There Is Responsibility. And Beyond This There Is Great Unrest.

Wisdom Consists Partly In Not Pretending Anymore, In Discarding Artifice.