Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
Nobody knew how to be what they were right.
History - an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant
It is often pleasant to stone a martyr, no matter how much we may admire him.
I particularly scorn my fondness for paradox. I despise pessimism, narcissism, solipsism, truculence, word-play, and pusillanimity, my chiefer inclinations; loathe self-loathers ergo me; have no pity for self-pity and so am free of that sweet baseness. I doubt I am. Being me’s no joke.
Those rituals of getting ready to write produce a kind of trance state.