I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.

Experimental novels are sometimes terribly clever and very seldom read. But the story that appeals to the child sitting on your knee is the one that satisfies the curiosity we all have about what happened then, and then, and then. This is the final restriction put on the technique of telling a story. A basic thing called story is built into the human condition. It's what we are; it's something to which we react.

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

And I've been wearing specs since I was three.

Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?