An Era Can Be Said To End

Can Anyone Remember Love? It's Like Trying To Summon Up The Smell Of Roses In A Cellar. You Might See A Rose, But Never The Perfume.

The American Dream Is The Largely Unacknowledged Screen In Front Of Which All American Writing Plays Itself Out.

Memory Inevitably Romanticizes, Pressing Reality To Recede Like Pain.

The Problem Was To Sustain At Any Cost The Feeling You Had In The Theater That You Were Watching A Real Person, Yes, But An Intense Condensation Of His Experience, Not Simply A Realistic Series Of Episodes.

It Was Not Really Possible To Understand Oneself, Let Alone Another Human Being.