We Look Too Much To Museums. The

To Hell With Being Ashamed Of What You Liked.

We Look Too Much To Museums. The Sun Coming Up In The Morning Is Enough.

I Am Invisible, Understand, Simply Because People Refuse To See Me.

If Only All The Contradictory Voices Shouting In My Head Would Calm Down And Sing A Song In Unison, Whatever It Was I Wouldn't Care As Long As They Sang Without Dissonance.

All Novels Are About Certain Minorities: The Individual Is A Minority. The Universal In The Novel-and Isn't That What We're All Clamoring For These Days?-is Reached Only Through The Depiction Of The Specific Man In A Specific Circumstance.