Not To Be Onto Something Is To

What Is The Nature Of The Search? You Ask. Really It Is Very Simple, At Least For A Fellow Like Me; So Simple That It Is Easily Overlooked. The Search Is What Anyone Would Undertake If He Were Not Sunk In The Everydayness Of His Own Life. This Morning, For Example, I Felt As If I Had Come To Myself On A Strange Island.

Nothing Remains But Desire, And Desire Comes Howling Down Elysian Fields Like A Mistral.

Have You Noticed That Only In Time Of Illness Or Disaster Or Death Are People Real? I Remember At The Time Of The Wreck-- People Were So Kind And Helpful And Solid. Everyone Pretended That Our Lives Until That Moment Had Been Every Bit As Real As The Moment Itself And That The Future Must Be Real Too, When The Truth Was That Our Reality Had Been Purchased Only By Lyell's Death. In Another Hour Or So We Had All Faded Out Again And Gone Our Dim Ways.

Fiction Doesn’t Tell Us Something We Don’t Know, It Tells Us Something We Know But Don’t Know That We Know.

I Am Not Ashamed To Use The Word Class. I Will Also Plead Guilty To Another Charge. The Charge Is That People Belonging To My Class Think They're Better Than Other People. You're Damn Right We're Better. We're Better Because We Do Not Shirk Our Obligations Either To Ourselves Or To Others. . . .we Live By Our Lights, We Die By Our Lights, And Whoever The High Gods May Be, We'll Look Them In The Eye Without Apology.