A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.
Saul BellowMyself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.
Saul BellowBecause I have become such a solitary, and not in the Aristotelian sense: not a beast, not a god. Rather, a loner troubled by longings, incapable of finding a suitable language and despairing at the impossibility of composing messages in a playable key--as if I no longer understood the codes used by the estimable people who wanted to hear from me and would have so much to reply if only the impediments were taken away.
Saul Bellow