Read Blake Or Go To Hell, That's

There Is A Curious Law Of Art... That Even The Attempt To Reproduce The Act Of Seeing, When Carried Out With Sufficient Energy, Tends To Lose Its Realism And Take On The Unnatural Glittering Intensity Of Hallucination.

It Seems To Me That Canadian Sensibility Has Been Profoundly Disturbed, Not So Much By Our Famous Problem Of Identity, Important As That Is, As By A Series Of Paradoxes In What Confronts That Identity. It Is Less Perplexed By The Question "who Am I?" Than By Some Such Riddle As "where Is Here?

The Objective World Is The Order Of Nature, Thinking Or Reflection Follows The Suggestions Of Sense Experience, And Words Are The Servomechanisms Of Reflection.

No Human Society Is Too Primitive To Have Some Kind Of Literature. The Only Thing Is That Primitive Literature Hasn't Yet Become Distinguished From Other Aspects Of Life: It's Still Embedded In Religion, Magic And Social Ceremonies.

Literature Is Not A Subject Of Study, But An Object Of Study.