Imprecision Is Tolerable And Verisimilar In Literature,

In All Fiction, When A Man Is Faced With Alternatives He Chooses One At The Expense Of Others.

There Is No Intellectual Exercise Which Is Not Ultimately Useless.

Art Always Opts For The Individual, The Concrete; Art Is Not Platonic.

When Writers Die They Become Books, Which Is, After All, Not Too Bad An Incarnation.

The Earth We Inhabit Is An Error, An Incompetent Parody. Mirrors And Paternity Are Abominable Because They Multiply And Affirm It.