God Is Only A Word Dreamed Up

You Must Write For Yourself, Above All. That Is Your Only Hope Of Creating Something Beautiful.

I Love My Work With A Frenetic And Perverse Love, As An Ascetic Loves The Hair Shirt Which Scratches His Belly.

They Took Each Other's Advice, Opened One Book, Went Over To Another, Then Did Not Know What To Decide When Opinions Diverged So Widely.

Earth Has Its Boundaries, But Human Stupidity Is Limitless.

Writing This Book I Am Like A Man Playing The Piano With Lead Balls Attached To His Knuckles.