In The Face Of Pain There Are

Now He Had Recognized Himself As A Dead Man It Became Important To Stay Alive As Long As Possible.

In General, The Greater The Understanding, The Greater The Delusion; The More Intelligent, The Less Sane.

It Was Like Swimming Against A Current That Swept You Backwards However Hard You Struggled, And Then Suddenly Deciding To Turn Round And Go With The Current Instead Of Opposing It. Nothing Had Changed Except Your Own Attitude: The Predestined Thing Happened In Any Case.

Good Novels Are Not Written By Orthodoxy-sniffers, Nor By People Who Are Conscience-stricken About Their Own Orthodoxy. Good Novels Are Written By People Who Are Not Frightened.

A Generation Of The Unteachable Is Hanging Upon Us Like A Necklace Of Corpses.