The Novelist Screws Up His Courage In

In Order To Really Enjoy A Dog, One Doesn't Merely Try To Train Him To Be Semi-human. The Point Of It Is To Open Oneself To The Possibility Of Becoming Partly A Dog.

City People Try To Buy Time As A Rule, When They Can, Whereas Country People Are Prepared To Kill Time, Although Both Try To Cherish In Their Mind's Eye The Notion Of A Better Life Ahead.

It Would Be Hard To Define Chaos Better Than As A World Where Children Decide They Don't Want To Live.

There Is A Time Of Life Somewhere Between The Sullen Fugues Of Adolescence And The Retrenchments Of Middle Age When Human Nature Becomes So Absolutely Absorbing One Wants To Be In The City Constantly, Even At The Height Of Summer.

The Novelist Screws Up His Courage In Order To Invest Another Two Or Three Years In Another Attempt To Float A Boat Of Original Design Upon An Invented Ocean.