Well, You Know, In The Fundamentalist Milieu

The Country Of The Tourist Pamphlet Always Is Another Country, An Embarrassing Abstraction Of The Desirable That, Thank God, Does Not Exist On This Planet, Where There Are Always Ants And Bad Smells And Empty Coca-cola Bottles To Keep The Grubby Finger-print Of Reality Upon The Beautiful.

Writers Themselves Don't Analyze What They Do; To Analyze Would Be To Look Down While Crossing A Canyon On A Tightrope.

Can You Imagine Writers Influencing Things In America? Can You Imagine A Writer In England Influencing? Absolutely Not. And In France? It Used To Be, But No More - Absolutely Not. France Used To, At Least, Have Writers As Diplomats, But Not Any More.

Communists Are The Last Optimists.

It's Impossible To Conquer All Fear And Loss By Preparation. There Are Always Sources Of Desolation That Aren't Taken Into Account Because No One Knows What They Will Be.