Writers are greatly respected. The intelligent public is wonderfully patient with them, continues to read them, and endures disappointment after disappointment, waiting to hear from art what it does not hear from theology, philosophy, social theory, and what it cannot hear from pure science. Out of the struggle at the center has come an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.

No realistic, sane person goes around Chicago without protection.

A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life. It tells us that for every human bei…

I never yet touched a fig leaf that didn't turn into a price tag.

As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to t…

The criterion which we use to test the genuineness of apparent statements of fact is the criterion of verifiability. We say that a sentence is factually signif…

Le savant digne de ce nom, le geometre surtout, eprouve en face de son ?uvre la meme impression que l'artiste; sa jouissance est aussi grande et de meme nature.