Love Is A Drama Of Contradictions.

My Job Is Unbearable To Me Because It Conflicts With My Only Desire And My Only Calling, Which Is Literature. Since I Am Nothing But Literature And Can And Want To Be Nothing Else, My Job Will Never Take Possession Of Me, It May, However, Shatter Me Completely, And This Is By No Means A Remote Possibility.

Sleep Is The Most Innocent Creature There Is And A Sleepless Man The Most Guilty.

Better To Have, And Not Need, Than To Need, And Not Have.

Death Confronts Us Not Unlike The Historical Battle Scene That Hangs On The Wall Of The Classroom. It Is Our Task To Obscure Or Quite Obliterate The Picture By Our Deeds While We Are Still In This World.

Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into The Cold Abyss Of Oneself.