Families, I Hate You! Shut-in Homes, Closed

It Is Only Through Restraint That Man Can Manage Not To Suppress Himself.

It Is Now, And In This World, That We Must Live.

I Would Like The Events Never To Be Told Directly By The Author, But Rather To Be Introduced (and Several Times, From Various Angles) By Those Among The Characters On Whom They Will Have Had Any Effect. I Would Like Those Events, In The Account They Will Make Of Them, To Appear Slightly Distorted; A Kind Of Interest Stems, For The Reader, From The Simple Fact That He Should Need To Restore. The Story Requires His Collaboration In Order To Properly Take Shape.

Envying Another Man's Happiness Is Madness; You Wouldn't Know What To Do With It If You Had It.

The Itch Is A Mean, Unconfessable, Ridiculous Malady; One Can Pity Someone Who Is Suffering ; Someone Who Wants To Scratch Himself Makes One Laugh.