Must the hunger become anger and the anger fury before anything will be done?
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
With all our horrors and faults, somewhere in us there is a shining.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
Within that frame he went a long way and burned a deep scar.
But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.