People don't help much.
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.
Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
I've come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.
The greatest pleasure is not - say - sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity - well, that's the job of the writer.