Imagination Is Not An Empirical Or Superadded

In Guinea I Could Read [franz] Kafka. I Re-discover In Him My Own Discomfort.

To Believe Is To Know You Believe, And To Know You Believe Is Not To Believe.

Because We Can Imagine, We Are Free.

When You Live Alone You No Longer Know What It Is To Tell A Story: The Plausible Disappears At The Same Time As The Friends. You Let Events Flow By Too: You Suddenly See People Appear Who Speak And Then Go Away; You Plunge Into Stories Of Which You Can't Make Head Or Tail: You'd Make A Terrible Witness.

[contemporary Writer] Could Be A Kind Of [samuel] Beckett Who Would Not Be Felt To Be Totally Committed To Despair.