If We Are To Survive On This

There Is A Stage In Any Misery When The Victim Begins To Find A Deep Satisfaction In It.

You Can't Argue With A Raging Want. You Can, But It Is Useless.

A Politician Is Forced To Make A Habit Of Noble Phrases And Optimistic Lies. In The End They Infect Himself.

Novelists Who Treat Violence And Cruelty As Something To Be Exploited For Their Effect, Or To Enjoy The Pleasure Of An Evacuation, Are Carriers Of A Singularly Unpleasant Disease.

... The Truth Is Exactly That Which Can't Be Got Into Words. We Are Forced To Lie, A Little Or, If We Are Inferior, Much.