Be Quiet! Anyone Can Spit In My

I Needed To Justify My Existence, And I Had Made An Absolute Of Literature. It Took Me Thirty Years To Get Rid Of This State Of Mind.

People Who Live In Society Have Learnt How To See Themselves, In Mirrors, As They Appear To Their Friends. I Have No Friends: Is That Why My Flesh Is So Naked?

That Is Exactly The Writer's Problem. What Does Literature Stand For In A Hungry World?

There Is No Human Nature, Since There Is No God To Conceive It.

Man Is Not The Sum Of What He Has Already, But Rather The Sum Of What He Does Not Yet Have, Of What He Could Have.