I'm not trying to be ridiculous or funny, but it was rather pleasant to find yourself in isolation, in solitary.

After having exhausted all the arguments on behalf of evil, one utters the creed's dictums with nostalgia rather than with fervor.

Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family. Even your super weirdo creep cousin.

Love itself is the most elitist of passions. It acquires its stereoscopic substance and perspective only in the context of culture, for it takes up more place in the mind than it does in bed. Outside of that setting it falls flat into one-dimensional fiction.

Bad literature is a form of treason.

I grew up in the sort of cultural milieu that always regarded conversations about the political discourse as tremendously low-brow.

Poems, novels - these things belong to the nation, to the culture and the people. They've been stolen from the people and now the stolen things are being returned to their owners, but I don't think their owners should be grateful to receive them.