There Is No Salvation In Becoming Adapted

I Have Always Looked Upon Decay As Being Just As Wonderful And Rich An Expression Of Life As Growth.

And There Is A Time, Glorious Too In Its Own Way, When One Scarcely Exists, When One Is A Complete Void. I Mean, When Boredom Seems The Very Stuff Of Life.

We Are Dancing In The Hollow Of Nothingness. We Are One Flesh, But Separated Like Stars.

Don't Look For Miracles. You Yourself Are The Miracle.

I Had To Learn, As I Soon Did, That One Must Give Up Everything And Not Do Anything Else But Write, That One Must Writer And Write And Write, Even If Everybody In The World Advises You Against It, Even If Nobody Believes In You.