When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.
William FaulknerIt's not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it's when you realize that you don't need any aid.
William Faulkner