If you feel a bump on page one hundred, it may be you went off on page fifty.

Because like all whores you value propriety. You are creature of capitalism, the ethics of which are so totally corrupt and hypocritical that your beauty is no more than the beauty of gold, which is to say false and cold and useless.

What we call fiction is the ancient way of knowing, the total discourse that antedates all the special vocabularies....Fiction is democratic, it reasserts the authority of the single mind to make and remake the world.

If you feel a bump on page one hundred, it may be you went off on page fifty.

It proposed that human beings, by the act of making witness, warranted times and places for their existence other than the time and place they were living through.

The images of things are not the things in themselves.

I am often asked the question How can the masses permit themselves to be exploited by the few. The answer is By being persuaded to identify with them.