What You Call Types Of Mind Are

I've Read Proust And Stendhal. That Keeps You In Your Place.

I've Often Found Myself Preferring Second-rate People To Supposedly Superior People, Simply And Solely Because Of Their Uncontrollable Tendency To Bang Themselves Against The Sides Of Life's Vast Lampshade Like Fireflies Or Moths.

I Recognize Limitations In The Sense That I've Read Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky And Shakespeare . . . Aside From That I Don't Think Of Limiting Myself.

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise. It Takes Those Moments Which Are For Us Merely A Moment, Plus A Moment, Plus Another Moment, And Arbitrarily Transforms Them Into A Special Series Of Moments Held Together By A Major Emotion.

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.