For God's Sake,' The Dog Is Saying,

Because I Have Become Such A Solitary, And Not In The Aristotelian Sense: Not A Beast, Not A God. Rather, A Loner Troubled By Longings, Incapable Of Finding A Suitable Language And Despairing At The Impossibility Of Composing Messages In A Playable Key--as If I No Longer Understood The Codes Used By The Estimable People Who Wanted To Hear From Me And Would Have So Much To Reply If Only The Impediments Were Taken Away.

In Los Angeles All The Loose Objects In The Country Were Collected, As If America Had Been Tilted And Everything That Wasn't Tightly Screwed Down Had Slid Into Southern California.

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

A Good Novel Is Worth More Then The Best Scientific Study.

Hapiness Can Only Be Found If You Can Free Yourself Of All Other Distractions.