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I Had Found My Religion: Nothing Seemed More Important To Me Than A Book. I Saw The Library As A Temple.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

This Is What I Thought: For The Most Banal Even To Become An Adventure, You Must (and This Is Enough) Begin To Recount It. This Is What Fools People: A Man Is Always A Teller Of Tales, He Sees Everything That Happens To Him Through Them; And He Tries To Live His Own Life As If He Were Telling A Story. But You Have To Choose: Live Or Tell.

As Long As The Writer Cannot Write For The Two Billion Men Who Are Hungry, He Will Be Oppressed By A Feeling Of Malaise.

Like All Dreamers, I Mistook Disenchantment For Truth.