I Never Really Got Over The Fun

Novels Institutionalize The Ruse Of Eros. It Becomes A Narrative Texture Of Sustained Incongruence, Emotional And Cognitive. It Permits The Reader To Stand In Triangular Relation To The Characters In The Story And Reach Into The Text After The Objects Of Their Desire, Sharing Their Longing But Also Detached From It, Seeing Their View Of Reality But Also Its Mistakenness. It Is Almost Like Being In Love.

We Participate In The Creation Of The World By Decreating Ourselves.

Small, Red, And Upright He Waited, Gripping His New Bookbag Tight In One Hand And Touching A Lucky Penny Inside His Coat Pocket With The Other, While The First Snows Of Winter Floated Down On His Eyelashes And Covered The Branches Around Him And Silenced All Trace Of The World.

We Are Only Midway Through The Central Verse Of Our Youth When We See Ourselves Begin To Blacken. ... We Had Been Seduced Into Thinking That We Were Immortal And Suddenly The Affair Is Over.

It Is When You Are Asking About Something That You Realize You Yourself Have Survived It, And So You Must Carry It, Or Fashion It Into A Thing That Carries Itself.