Man Is Nothing Else But What He

Everything Has Been Figured Out, Except How To Live.

This Desire [to Write] Is Rather Strange All The Same And Is Not Without A Certain "cracked" Quality.

The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To Me, Classical Or Not.

Existence Is Not Something Which Lets Itself Be Thought Of Form A Distance; It Must Invade You Suddenly, Master You, Weigh Heavily On Your Heart Like A Great Motionless Beast - Or Else There Is Nothing At All.

It Is Not A Matter Of Indifference Whether We Like Oysters Or Clams, Snails Or Shrimp, If Only We Know How To Unravel The Existential Significance Of These Foods.