The Greatness Of Art Is Not To

When A Day Passes, It Is No Longer There. What Remains Of It? Nothing More Than A Story. If Stories Weren't Told Or Books Weren't Written, Man Would Live Like The Beasts, Only For The Day.

As Often As Herman Had Witnessed The Slaughter Of Animals And Fish, He Always Had The Same Thought: In Their Behavior Toward Creatures, All Men Were Nazis.

I Was Brought Up To Believe In Free Will. Although I Came To Doubt All Revelation, I Can Never Accept The Idea That The Universe Is A Physical Or Chemical Accident, A Result Of Blind Evolution. Even Though I Learned To Recognize The Lies, The Clichés And The Idolatries Of The Human Mind, I Still Cling To Some Truths Which I Think All Of Us Might Accept Some Day.

I Am Not Ashamed To Admit That I Belong To Those Who Fantasize That Literature Is Capable Of Bringing New Horizons And New Perspectives--philosophical, Religious, Aesthetical And Even Social.

Some Of My Cronies Call Me A Pessimist And A Decadent, But There Is Always A Background Of Faith Behind Resignation.