I Don't Hold Grudges.

Most Of Humanity Gets By Without Reading Novels Or Poetry, And No One Would Deny The Richness Of Their Thoughts.

I'm Sorry To Say That Far Worse Things Have Happened And The Literature Of The Holocaust Is A Witness To The Capacity Of The Novel As A Form.

Shall There Be Womanly Times? Or Shall We Die?

No One Knows Anything, Really. It's All Rented, Or Borrowed.

Could It Ever Be Explained, How Matter Becomes Conscious?