The World Of Literature Is A World

The Bedrock Of Doubt Is The Total Nothingness Of Death. Death Is A Leveler, Not Because Everybody Dies, But Because Nobody Understands What Death Means.

No Matter How Much Experience We May Gather In Life, We Can Never In Life Get The Dimension Of Experience That The Imagination Gives Us. Only The Arts And Sciences Can Do That, And Of These, Only Literature Gives Us The Whole Sweep And Range Of Human Imagination As It Sees Itself

A Writers Desire To Write Can Only Have Come From Previous Experience Of Literature, And He'll Start By Imitating Whatever He's Read, Which Usually Means What The People Around Him Are Writing.

For The Serious Mediocre Writer Convention Makes Him Sound Like A Lot Of Other People; For The Popular Writer It Gives Him A Formula He Can Exploit; For The Serious Good Writer It Releases His Experiences Or Emotions From Himself And Incorporates Them Into Literature, Where They Belong.

A Reader Who Quarrels With Postulates, Who Dislikes Hamlet Because He Does Not Believe That There Are Ghosts Or That People Speak In Pentameters, Clearly Has No Business In Literature. He Cannot Distinguish Fiction From Fact, And Belongs In The Same Category As The People Who Send Checks To Radio Stations For The Relief Of Suffering Heroines In Soap Operas.