A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul,

Those Are Terrible People Who Don't Like Glenn Gould... I Will Have Nothing To Do With Such People, They Are Dangerous People.

I Really Only Write About Inner Landscapes And Most People Don't See Them, Because They See Practically Nothing Within, Because They Think That Because It's Inside, It's Dark, And So They Don't See Anything. I Don't Think I've Ever Yet, In Any Of My Books, Described A Landscape. There's Really Nothing Of The Kind In Any Of Them. I Only Ever Write Concepts. And So I'm Always Referring To "mountains" Or "a City" Or "streets." But As To How They Look: I've Never Produced A Description Of A Landscape. That's Never Even Interested Me.

The Art We Need Is The Art Of Bearing The Unbearable.

We Have To Keep Company With Supposedly Bad Characters If We Are To Survive And Not Succumb To Mental Atrophy. People Of Good Character, So Called, Are The Ones Who End Up Boring Us To Death.

I Would Be The Unhappiest Person Imaginable, Confronted Daily With Disastrous Works Crying Out With Errors, Imprecision, Carelessness, Amateurishness. I Avoided This Punishment By Destroying Them, I Thought, And Suddenly I Took Great Pleasure In The Word Destroying.