My Books, At Any Rate, Deserved To

The Subject Of The Novel Is Reality Liberated From Soul. The Reader In Complete Independence Presented With A Structured Process:let Him Evaluate It, Not The Author. The Façade Of The Novel Cannot Be Other Than Stone Or Steel, Flashing Electrically Or Dark, But Silent.

One Encounters Very Capable Fathers Abashed By Their Piano-playing Daughters. Three Measures Of Schumann Make Them Red With Embarrassment.

You Shouldn't Be A Big Shot About Your Fate. I'm An Enemy Of Destiny, I'm Not A Greek, I'm A Berliner.

I Read Like The Flame Reads The Wood.

The World Is Made Of Sugar And Dirt.