Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

That's a pretty story,' said Afanasievna as she let go of Ansky's genitals. 'A pity I'm too old and have seen to much to believe it.' It has nothing to do with belief,' said Ansky, 'it has to do with understanding, and then changing.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.