The novel is a great discovery: far greater than Galileo's telescope or somebody else's wireless. The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.

We are all just echoes of something that once was.

The writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels.

History has neither the desire nor the capacity to make men better or worse; it merely records what they have been and what they have done.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.