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Live Life And Write About Life. Of The Making Of Many Books There Is Indeed No End, But There Are More Than Enough Books About Books.

The Novelist, Quite Rightly, Fears The Psychoanalyst As Both An Enemy And A Usurper.

Once The Working Classes Were In Chains, Now They're In Chain Restaurants.

We've Clearly Entered A Period In Which The Analog Of Text Is No Longer Important Or Relevant. All Text Will Be Electronic. I Accept That Fact. My House Has Thousands Of Books In It, And I've Started To Look At Them Completely Differently. They Now Seem To Me To Be Like Antiquarian Objects. Their Use Value Has Become Negligible To Me Because I'm Perfectly Happy To Read On An E-reader.

Things Are Only Boring If You Are Boring.