Life's Only Choosing When To Die. Life's

One Goes On Writing Partly Because It Is The Only Available Way Of Earning A Living. It Is A Hard Way And Highly Competitive. My Heart Drops Into My Bowels When I Enter A Bookshop And See How Fierce The Competition Is...there Is Also A Privier Reason For Pushing On, And That Is The Hopeless Hope That Someday That Intractable Enemy Language Will Yield To The Struggle To Control It... Mastery Never Comes, And One Serves A Lifelong Apprenticeship. The Writer Cannot Retire From The Battle; He Dies Fighting.

When The State Withers, Humanity Flowers.

All Art Preserves Mysteries Which Aesthetic Philosophers Tackle In Vain.

Evil Has To Exist Along With Good, In Order That Moral Choice May Operate.

It'll Be Your Own Torture," He Said, Serious. "i Hope To God It'll Torture You To Madness.