I Think We Ought To Read Only

. . . The Books We Need Are The Kind That Act Upon Us Like A Misfortune, That Make Us Suffer Like The Death Of Someone We Love More Than Ourselves, That Make Us Feel As Though We Were On The Verge Of Suicide, Or Lost In A Forest Remote From All Human Habitation-a Book Should Serve As An Axe For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.

All Knowledge, The Totality Of All Questions And Answers, Is Contained In The Dog.

And So Gentlemen, I Learned. Oh, If You Have To Learn, You Learn; If You’re Desperate For A Way Out, You Learn; You Learn Pitilessly. You Stand Over Yourself With A Whip In Your Hand; If There’s The Least Resistance, You Lash Yourself.

To Animalise Is Humane, To Humanise Is Animal.