I Have No Mission. No One Has.

On The Surface, An Intelligible Lie; Underneath, The Unintelligible Truth.

I Cannot Hate Them Because Nothing Binds Me To Them; I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

Kitsch Excludes Everything From Its Purview Which Is Essentially Unacceptable In Human Existence.

She Knew, Of Course That She Was Being Supremely Unfair, That Franz Was The Best Man She Ever Had- He Was Intelligent, He Understood Her Paintings, He Was Handsome And Good-but The More She Thought About It, The More She Longed To Ravish His Intelligence, Defile His Kindheartedness, And Violate His Powerless Strength

The Novel Is A Territory Where One Does Not Make Assertions; It Is A Territory Of Play And Of Hypotheses.