Art is man determined to die sane.
The best reason for putting anything down on paper is that one may then change it.
History abhors determinism but cannot tolerate chance.
Art is the terms of an armistice signed with fate.
The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.
A novelist has mad a fictional representation of life. I doing so, he has revealed to us more significance, it may be, than he could find in life itself.