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Whatever Part Drink May Play In The Writer's Life, It Must Play None In His Or Her Work.

Jake Was Close To Tears. In That Moment He Saw The World In Its True Light, As A Place Where Nothing Had Ever Been Any Good And Nothing Of Significance Done: No Art Worth A Second Look, No Philosophy Of The Slightest Appositeness, No Law But Served The State, No History That Gave An Inkling Of How It Had Been And What Had Happened. And No Love, Only Egotism, Infatuation And Lust.

Only A World Without Love Strikes Me As Instantly And Decisively More Terrible Than One Without Music.

I Don't Say That The Drunk Man Is The Real Man, And The Sober Man Merely A Shell. But You Find Out Something Different About People When They're Drunk. Of Course, You Sometimes Find That They're Not Different At All--that You Merely Get More Of The Same, Perhaps Said Rather More Loudly And Incoherently, But Basically The Same.

We Should Be Wrong To Demand That A Critic Must Stay On The Point All The Time; It Is Enough If He Remains In Orbit Around It.