The fiction of Ayn Rand is as low as you can get re fiction. I hope you picked it up off the floor of the subway and threw it in the nearest garbage pail. She makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky.

Unadaptability is often a virtue.

... the main concern of the fiction writer is with mystery as it is incarnated in human life.

...you have to cherish the world at the same time that you struggle to endure it.

We are now living in an age which doubts both fact and value. It is the life of this age that we wish to see and judge.

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it emotionally. A higher paradox confounds emotion as well as reason and there are long periods in the lives of all of us, and of the saints, when the truth as revealed by faith is hideous, emotionally disturbing, downright repulsive. Witness the dark night of the soul in individual saints. Right now the whole world seems to be going through a dark night of the soul.

You will have found Christ when you are concerned with other people’s sufferings and not your own.