The Heart, Like The Stomach, Wants A

What Seems Beautiful To Me, What I Should Like To Write, Is A Book About Nothing, A Book Dependent On Nothing External, Which Would Be Held Together By The Strength Of Its Style, Just As The Earth, Suspended In The Void, Depends On Nothing External For Its Support.

Casting Aspersions On Those We Love Always Does Something To Loosen Our Ties. We Shouldn't Maltreat Our Idols: The Gilt Comes Off On Our Hands.

I Do Not Like To "interest" The Public With Myself.

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.

A Superhuman Will Is Needed In Order To Write, And I Am Only A Man.