Art Is A Statement Of One In

They're Beautiful. But Sad.' Everything's Sad If You Make It So, I Said.

Whole Sight; Or All The Rest Is Desolation.

All Novelists Should Live In Two Different Worlds: A Real One And An Unreal One.

One Degrades Oneself Sometimes In The Effort Not To Be Lonely.

The Battle Was Over. Our Casualties Were Some Thirteen Thousand Killed--thirteen Thousand Minds, Memories, Loves, Sensations, Worlds, Universes--because The Human Mind Is More A Universe Than The Universe Itself--and All For A Few Hundred Yards Of Useless Mud.