Judgment Is Contained In The Act Of

Where Jargon Turns Living Issues Into Abstractions, And Where Jargon Ends By Competing With Jargon, People Don't Have Causes. They Only Have Enemies.

Look, Boys, It Ever Strike You That The World Not Real At All? It Ever Strike You That We Have The Only Mind In The World And You Just Thinking Up Everything Else? Like Me Here, Having The Only Mind In The World, And Thinking Up You People Here, Thinking Up The War And All The Houses And The Ships And Them In The Harbour. That Ever Cross Your Mind?

To This Day, If You Ask Me How I Became A Writer, I Cannot Give You An Answer. To This Day, If You Ask Me How A Book Is Written, I Cannot Answer. For Long Periods, If I Didn't Know That Somehow In The Past I Had Written A Book, I Would Have Given Up.

If You Write A Novel Alone You Sit And You Weave A Little Narrative. And It's O.k., But It's Of No Account.

As A Child I Knew Almost Nothing, Nothing Beyond What I Had Picked Up In My Grandmother's House. All Children, I Suppose, Come Into The World Like That, Not Knowing Who They Are.