When The Striving Ceases, There Is Life

I Think That Art Has Something To Do With An Arrest Of Attention In The Midst Of Distraction.

And What About All The Good I Have In My Heart - Does It Mean Anything?

Language Is A Spiritual Mansion In Which You Live And Nobody Has The Right To Evict You.

Unfortunately For The Betterment Of Mankind It Is Not Always The Fair-minded Who Are In The Right.

With A Novelist, Like A Surgeon, You Have To Get A Feeling That You've Fallen Into Good Hands - Someone From Whom You Can Accept The Anesthetic With Confidence.