The novel can't compete with cars, the movies, television, and liquor. >>
With two thousand years of Christianity behind him... a man can't see >>
Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's >>
Reality is whatever refuses to go away when I stop believing in it. >>
You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, >>
In the American metaphysic, reality is always material reality, hard, >>
To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!