As In Everything Else, I Must Start

The Role Of The Writer Is Not Simply To Arrange Being According To His Own Lights; He Must Also Serve As A Medium To Being And Remain Open To Its Often Unfathomable Dictates. This Is The Only Way The Work Can Transcend Its Creator And Radiate Its Meaning...

The Previous Regime ... Reduced Man To A Means Of Production And Nature To A Tool Of Production. Thus It Attacked Both Their Very Essence And Their Mutual Relationship. It Reduced Gifted And Autonomous People To Nuts And Bolts In Some Monstrously Huge, Noisy, And Stinking Machine.

The Tragedy Of Modern Man Is Not That He Knows Less And Less About The Meaning Of His Own Life, But That It Bothers Him Less And Less.

If By Believing You Mean Praying To An Anthropomorphic Deity Who Created The World And Half Controls It And Half Observes It, Then I Am Probably Not A Believer. But If You Mean That It Is Not All Accidental, That There Is A Mystery To Existence, A Deeper Meaning, That I Do Believe In.

There Appear To Be No Integrating Forces, No Unified Meaning, No True Inner Understanding Of Phenomena In Our Experience Of The World. Experts Can Explain Anything In The Objective World To Us, Yet We Understand Our Own Lives Less And Less. In Short, We Live In The Postmodern World, Where Everything Is Possible And Almost Nothing Is Certain.