Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.
Simply wait, be quiet, still The world will freely offer itself to you.
Writers speak stench.
The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.
I believe that we should read only those books that bite and sting us. If a book we are reading does not rouse us with a blow to the head, then why read it?