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Toronto 9.mai, 1987 - Gary Hart, en forhenværende senator fra Colorado, har gitt opp sin presidentkampanje, etter at noen Washington journalister overrasket ham på weekendutflukt med en Miami-modell, skjønt både modellen og kandidaten hevdet at ikke noe "umoralsk hadde funnet sted - og Mrs Hart sa at hun støttet sin mann, eller kanskje var det at hun "forsto" ham - beslutte Mr Hart at den slags intens gransking av hans privatliv skapte en "uutholdelig" situasjon for ham og hans familie. Han kommer nok igjen, skal vi vedde ?. I de forente stater forsvinner ikke folk som ham lenge av gangen; husker du Nixon?

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

What big teeth you have!
She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamour of the forest's Liebestod but the wise child never flinched, even when he answered:
All the better to eat you with.
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobodys meat.

Mr. Merril satt med blikket rettet ufravendt mot scenen, tilsynelatende trollbundet av sprekken der teppet ville dele seg; øyensynlig trodde han at han ved sin saumfaring av denne åpningen, med total konsentrasjon, kunne inspirere teppet til å gå opp. Men hvorfor ble han så forbauset da det skjedde ?

The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that doesn't require his attention.

People are always complaining that the modern novelist has no hope and that the picture he paints of the world is unbearable. The only answer to this is that people without hope do not write novels. Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I'm always highly irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it's very shocking to the system.

An identity is not to be found on the surface; it is not accessible to the poll-taker; it is not something that can become a cliché. It is not made from the mean average or the typical, but from the hidden and often the most extreme. It is not made from what passes, but from those qualities that endure, regardless of what passes, because they are related to truth. It lies very deep. In its entirety, it is known only to God, but of those who look for it, none gets so close as the artist.

Jeg er et levende bevis på at vannet i Loveless Lake kan drikkes, for jeg svelget halve sjøen hver sommer.

Hukommelsen er et monstrum;- du glemmer, men det gjør ikke den. Den gjemmer på alt. Den tar vare på ting for deg, eller gjemmer dem, og kaller dem frem i minnet igjen med en vilje som er uavhengig av din egen .