Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Only if you do that can you hope to make the reader feel every particle of what you, the writer, have known and feel compelled to share."---Forward to Kafka's Short stories

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

….it was a brave man’s fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?

Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.

Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music.