A Plan Relieves You Of The Torment

The Terms Which, In His Inmost Heart, Each Man Knows. As I Know Mine. As All Know. For That Is The Truth Of It — That We All Know, God, That We Know, That We Know, We Know, We Know.

A Novel Is Balanced Between A Few True Impressions And The Multitude Of False Ones That Make Up Most Of What We Call Life. It Tells Us That For Every Human Being There Is A Diversity Of Existences, That The Single Existence Is Itself An Illusion In Part, That These Many Existences Signify Something, Tend To Something, Fulfill Something; It Promises Us Meaning, Harmony, And Even Justice.

I Feel That Art Has Something To Do With The Achievement Of Stillness In The Midst Of Chaos.

There Are Evils That Have The Ability To Survive Identification And Go On For Ever... Money, For Instance, Or War.

Everybody Needs His Memories. They Keep The Wolf Of Insignificance From The Door.