Though It Sounds Absurd, It Is True

For My Own Purpose, I Defined The Art Of Fiction As Experience Illuminated.

The Truth Is I've Got The Land On My Back, An' It's Drivin' Me. Land Is A Hard Driver.

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

Many Of The Men Who Had Come To The Wilderness To Practice Religion Appeared To Have Forgotten Its True Nature.

Knowledge, Like Experience, Is Valid In Fiction Only After It Has Dissolved And Filtered Down Through The Imagination Into Reality.