The Central Problem Of Novel-writing Is Causality.

From My Weakness, I Drew Strength That Never Left Me.

Happy Are The Beloved And The Lovers And Those Who Can Live Without Love.

In All Fiction, When A Man Is Faced With Alternatives He Chooses One At The Expense Of Others.

Then He Reflected That Reality Does Not Usually Coincide With Our Anticipation Of It; With A Logic Of His Own He Inferred That To Forsee A Circumstantial Detail Is To Prevent Its Happening. Trusting In This Weak Magic, He Invented, So That They Would Not Happen, The Most Gruesome Details.

I Secretly Assumed, As Poets Do, The Duty On Me To Define The Moon.