Cultivate Your Futurism. I'll Cultivate My Döblinism.

The Subject Of The Novel Is Reality Liberated From Soul. The Reader In Complete Independence Presented With A Structured Process:let Him Evaluate It, Not The Author. The Façade Of The Novel Cannot Be Other Than Stone Or Steel, Flashing Electrically Or Dark, But Silent.

The World Is Made Of Sugar And Dirt.

One Encounters Very Capable Fathers Abashed By Their Piano-playing Daughters. Three Measures Of Schumann Make Them Red With Embarrassment.

You Shouldn't Be A Big Shot About Your Fate. I'm An Enemy Of Destiny, I'm Not A Greek, I'm A Berliner.

That's How The Germans Are.... The Aristocrats At The Top Hard As Glass, Cold As Ice, Servants Of The King, The Working Masses Willing, Pliable, Sentimental, Susceptible To Brutality, The Middle Class Educated And Cowardly To The Point Of Servility.