I Think Henry Miller Has Had Huge

Cooper Wrote A Novel Which Is Absolutely Indistinguishable From Austen, Completely From A Female Point Of View, Completely English, No Sense That He Was An American.

There Is A Place In Men's Lives Where Pictures Do In Fact Bleed, Ghosts Gibber And Shriek, Maidens Run Forever Through Mysterious Landscapes From Nameless Foes; That Place Is, Of Course, The World Of Dreams And Of The Repressed Guilts And Fears That Motivate Them [i.e., The Unconscious]. This World The Dogmatic Optimism And Shallow Psychology Of The Age Of Reason Had Denied; And Yet This World It Is The Final, Perhaps The Essential, Purpose Of The Gothic Romance To Assert.

When All Of Us Are Forgotten, People Will Still Be Remembering Stephen King.

When Somebody Asks Me What I Do, I Don't Think I'd Say Critic. I Say Writer.

I Never Met Anybody In My Life Who Says, I Want To Be A Critic. People Want To Be A Fireman, Poet, Novelist.