The past is not just the past, but a prism through which the subject filters his own changing self-image.
The novel is the great art form of lying in order to tell the truth.
The fundamental point in fabricating a chain reacting machine is of course to see to it that each fission produces a certain number of neutrons and some of these neutrons will again produce fission.
Art allows us to stare death in the face and not turn away.