We Have Revolutionary Thought Whenever The Feeling

The Kind Of Problem That Literature Raises Is Not The Kind That You Ever 'solve'. Whether My Answers Are Any Good Or Not, They Represent A Fair Amount Of Thinking About The Questions.

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.

The World Of Literature Is A World Where There Is No Reality Except That Of The Human Imagination.

Work, As We Usually Think Of It, Is Energy Expended For A Further End In View; Play Is Energy Expended For Its Own Sake, As With Children's Play, Or As Manifestation Of The End Or Goal Of Work, As In "playing" Chess Or The Piano. Play In This Sense, Then, Is The Fulfillment Of Work, The Exhibition Of What The Work Has Been Done For.

The Operations Of The Human Mind Are Also Controlled By Words Of Power, Formulas That Become A Focus Of Mental Activity.