The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything. The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead.

Necessity knows no magic formulae-they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.

Art arises from sources other than logic." (p.32)

Nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of non-thought.

She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.

Kitsch excludes everything from its purview which is essentially unacceptable in human existence.

nothing yet. I've been waiting." "for what?" she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.