To want to be what one can be is purpose in life.
What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.
Life is that which - pressingly, persistently, unfailingly, imperially - interrupts.
Advances in technology neither impede nor augment literature.
We are so placid that the smallest tremor of objection is taken as a full-scale revolution.
Awe consumes any brand that ignites it.