She Had Learned, In The Slums Of

Their Eyes Were Dark And Hard And Glowing, With No Fear In Them, No Kindness And No Guilt.

Never Ask People. Not About Your Work. Don't You Know What You Want? How Can You Stand It, Not To Know?

If He Can Give His Readers No Reason Why They Should Read His Book, Except That The Events Happened To Him, It Is Not A Valid Book.

I Hold That Such A Question Can Never Arise Except In A Society Of Cannibals.

Non-thinking Is An Act Of Annihilation, A Wish To Negate Existence, An Attempt To Wipe Out Reality. But Existence Exists; Reality Is Not To Be Wiped Out, It Will Merely Wipe Out The Wiper