The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small; whole species disappear and are replaced.

Read at whim! Read at whim!

The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.

We can't tell our life from our wish

I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.

We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

Except from the Americans—but every pearl has its oyster.