All Novels Are Experimental.

Eat This Sweetish Segment Or Spit It Out. You Are Free.

Put It Off For A Bit. All Life Is Putting Off. Well, Not Entirely.

Every Grain Of Experience Is Food For The Greedy Growing Soul Of The Artist.

In Two Thousand Years All Our Generals And Politicians May Be Forgotten, But Einstein And Madame Curie And Bernard Shaw And Stravinsky Will Keep The Memory Of Our Age Alive.

Immortality Makes Sense Only When The Individual Soul Can Be Thought Of As Merging Into A Great Collective Mush Of Sainthood. If We Take Anything With Us Into The Next World, It Is Not What Survives In The Memories Of Our Relicts.