The Central Problem Of Novel-writing Is Causality.

To Be Immortal Is Commonplace; Except For Man, All Creatures Are Immortal, For They Are Ignorant Of Death; What Is Divine, Terrible, Incomprehensible, Is To Know That One Is Immortal.

We Have A Very Precise Image - An Image At Times Shameless - Of What We Have Lost, But We Are Ignorant Of What May Follow Or Replace It.

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.

Beyond My Anxiety, Beyond This Writing, The Universe Waits, Inexhaustible, Inviting.

The Flattery Of Posterity Is Not Worth Much More Than Contemporary Flattery, Which Is Worth Nothing.