No Love Can Survive Muteness.

The Psychological And Physiological Mechanism Of Love Is So Complex That At A Certain Period In His Life A Young Man Must Concentrate All His Energy On Coming To Grips With It, And In This Way He Misses The Actual Content Of The Love: The Woman He Loves. (in This He Is Much Like A Young Violinist Who Cannot Concentrate On The Emotional Content Of A Piece Until The Technique Required To Play It Comes Automatically.)

But Isn't It True That An Author Can Write Only About Himself?

Aren't We Living In A World Where Heedless Men Only Desire Decapitated Women?

The First Step In Liquidating A People Is To Erase Its Memory. Destroy Its Books, Its Culture, Its History.

I Feel A Frantic Desire To Free Myself. To Start All Over Again And In Another Way.