The Novelist's Ambition Is Not To Do

Laughter, On The Other Hand, " Petrarch Went On, "is An Explosion That Tears Us Away From The World And Throws Us Back Into Our Own Cold Solitude. Joking Is A Barrier Between Man And The World. Joking Is The Enemy Of Love And Poetry. That's Why I Tell You Yet Again, And You Want To Keep In Mind: Boccaccio Doesn't Understand Love. Love Can Never Be Laughable. Love Has Nothing In Common With Laughter.

Art Is The Human Disposition Of Sensible Or Intelligible Matter For An Esthetic End.

You Think That Just Because It's Already Happened, The Past Is Finished And Unchangeable? Oh No, The Past Is Cloaked In Multicolored Taffeta And Every Time We Look At It We See A Different Hue.

I Think, Therefore I Am' Is The Statement Of An Intellectual Who Underrates Toothaches.

I Understood That There Was No Escaping The Memories, That I Was Surround By Them. (p.30)