The Realists Do Not Take The Photograph

...what I Enjoy In A Narrative Is Not Directly Its Content Or Even Its Structure, But Rather The Abrasions I Impose Upon The Fine Surface: I Read On, I Skip, I Look Up, I Dip In Again. Which Has Nothing To Do With The Deep Laceration The Text Of Bliss Inflicts Upon Language Itself, And Not Upon The Simple Temporality Of Its Reading.

The Art Of Living Has No History: It Does Not Evolve: The Pleasure Which Vanishes Vanishes For Good, There Is No Substitute For It. Other Pleasures Come, Which Replace Nothing. No Progress In Pleasures, Nothing But Mutations.

Le Toucher Est Le Plus De Mystificateur De Tous Les Sens, A' La Diffe Rence De La Vue, Qui Est Le Plus Magique. Touch Is The Most Demystifying Of All Senses, Different From Sight Which Is The Most Magical.

A Photograph Is Always Invisible, It Is Not It That We See.

Literature Is Like Phosphorus: It Shines With Its Maximum Brilliance And The Moment When It Attempts To Die.