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First You Look For Discipline And Control. You Want To Exercise Your Will, Bend The Language Your Way, Bend The World Your Way. You Want To Control The Flow Of Impulses, Images, Words, Faces, Ideas. But There's A Higher Place, A Secret Aspiration. You Want To Let Go. You Want To Lose Yourself In Language, Become A Carrier Or Messenger.

The Greater The Scientific Advance, The More Primitive The Fear.

When You Try To Unravel Something You've Written, You Belittle It In A Way. It Was Created As A Mystery.

Rushdie Is A Hostage.

The Genius Of The Primitive Mind Is That It Can Render Human Helplessness In Noble And Beautiful Ways.