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In No Way Am I Demeaning Writing Or Any Other Form Of Art Because It's Popular. What I'm Saying Is That Anything Fed Into The Industrial Machinery To Comply With Rules Of Size And Length And Shelf-life Has A Hard Time Surviving As Art.

But A Reader's Ambition Knows No Bounds.

I Can Understand That There Are Those Who Can Think And Imagine The World Without Words, But I Think That Once You Find The Words That Name Your Experience, Then Suddenly That Experience Becomes Grounded, And You Can Use It And You Can Try To Understand It.

Readers Are Bullied In Schoolyards And In Locker-rooms As Much As In Government Offices And Prisons.

The Association Of Books With Their Readers Is Unlike Any Other Between Objects And Their Users.