A Writer Has To Be Driven Crazy

I Don't Wish To Be A Slave Any Longer To The Stringent Exigencies Of Literature.

How Easy Life Is When It's Easy, And How Hard When It's Hard.

Being In The Dark From Sentence To Sentence Is What Convinces Me To Go On.

People Were Standing Up Everywhere Shouting, "this Is Me! This Is Me!" Every Time You Looked At Them They Stood Up And Told You Who They Were, And The Truth Of It Was That They Had No More Idea Who Or What They Were Than He Had. They Believed Their Flashing Signs, Too. They Ought To Be Standing Up And Shouting, "this Isn't Me! This Isn't Me!" They Would If They Had Any Decency. "this Isn't Me!" Then You Might Know How To Proceed Through The Flashing Bullshit Of This World.

You Cannot Observe People Through An Ideology. Your Ideology Observes For You.