How Would I Myself Live In This

He Lost Himself In A Maze Of Thoughts That Were Rendered Vague By His Lack Of Words To Express Them. Frowning, He Tried Again.

Beethoven For Listening; Liszt, Chopin, And Beethoven For Playing As Well As Bach And Prokofiev And So On. If I Kept Going, This List Would Spiral. It's As Wide As Literature; In Fact, It Is Probably Wider.

I Wouldn't Have Thought That The Techniques Of Story-telling, Which Is What The Novel Is After All, Can Vary Much Because There Are Two Things Involved.there's A Story And There's A Listener, Whose Attention You Have To Keep. Now The Only Way In Which You Can Keep A Reader's Attention To A Story Is In His Wanting To Know What Is Going To Happen Next. This Puts A Fairly Close Restriction On The Method You Must Use.

One Tries To Tell A Truth, And One Hopes That The Truth Has A General Application Rather Than Just A Specific One.

I Really Feel The Novel Has Certain Conveniences About It And Has Something So Fundamental About It You Could Almost Say That As Long As There Is Paper, There Is Going To Be The Novel.