If The Novel Is Dying, I See

If You Think With Enough Energy About A Hoped-for Event, It Will In The End Happen. Not Because You Willed It. Because It Was All The Time In Your Nature.

... We Do Not Remember People As They Were. What We Remember Is The Effect They Had On Us Then, But We Remember It Through An Emotion Charged With All That Has Since Happened To Us.

Novelists Who Treat Violence And Cruelty As Something To Be Exploited For Their Effect, Or To Enjoy The Pleasure Of An Evacuation, Are Carriers Of A Singularly Unpleasant Disease.

Think Of All The Really Successful Men And Women You Know. Do You Know A Single One Who Didn't Learn Very Young The Trick Of Calling Attention To Himself In The Right Quarters?

If We Are To Survive On This Planet, There Must Be Compromises.