My Heart Was Beating Like An Army

I Am Not Famous For Anything In Particular. I Am Just Famous.

Literature Could Be Said To Be A Sort Of Disciplined Technique For Arousing Certain Emotions.

Almost Any Tale Of Our Doings Is Comic. We Are Bottomlessly Comic To Each Other. Even The Most Adored And Beloved Person Is Comic To His Lover. The Novel Is A Comic Form. Language Is A Comic Form, And Makes Jokes In Its Sleep. God, If He Existed, Would Laugh At His Creation. Yet It Is Also The Case That Life Is Horrible, Without Metaphysical Sense, Wrecked By Chance, Pain And The Close Prospect Of Death. Out Of This Is Born Irony, Our Dangerous And Necessary Tool.

In Philosophy If You Aren't Moving At A Snail's Pace You Aren't Moving At All.

The Entry Of A Child Into Any Situation Changes The Whole Situation.