God Does Not Believe In Our God.

We Spend Our Lives Talking About This Mystery. Our Life.

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.

Clarity Is The Politeness Of The Man Of Letters.

How Many People Have Wanted To Kill Themselves, And Have Been Content With Tearing Up Their Photograph!

We Must Be Greater Than God, For We Have To Undo His Injustice.