Time at length becomes justice.
Traveling is seeing; it is the implicit that we travel by.
Much of the academy on the humanities side, English departments in particular, no longer write what can pass for normal English.
The ordinary is the divine.
I can't claim to be disenchanted "with the current state of fiction" because I read so little of it. My reading is mostly drawn to history.
Invention despoils observations, insinuation invalidates memory. A stewpot of bad habits, all of it - so that imaginative writers wind up, by and large, a shifty crew, sunk in distortion, misrepresentation, illusion, imposture, fakery.