To Literary Critics A Book Is Assumed

It Is Strange How Fragile This Man-creature Is.....in One Second He's Just Garbage. Garbage, That's All.

... Chicago Divided Your Heart. Leaving You Loving The Joint For Keeps. Yet Knowing It Never Can Love You.

Our Myths Are So Many, Our Vision So Dim, Our Self-deception So Deep And Our Smugness So Gross That Scarcely Any Way Now Remains Of Reporting The American Century Except From Behind The Billboards.

The Impossible Generalized Man Today Is The Critic Who Believes In Loving Those Unworthy Of Love As Well As Those Worthy -yet Believes This Only Insofar As No Personal Risk Is Entailed. Meaning He Loves No One, Worthy Or No. This Is What Makes Him Impossible.

One Of The Best Things Henry Miller Ever Said Was That Art Goes All Out. It's All Out. It Goes Full Length. . . . A Big Book Is An All-out Book In Which You Limit Your Life To Things That Pertain Directly To The Book.