There Is No Limit To Desire But

When People Are Serving, Life Is No Longer Meaningless.

Our Noblest Hopes Grow Teeth And Pursue Us Like Tigers.

As A Rule Of Thumb I Say, If Socrates, Jesus And Tolstoy Wouldn't Do It, Don't.

A Common And Usually Unfortunate Answer Is “write About What You Know.” Nothing Can Be More Limiting To The Imagination, Nothing Is Quicker To Turn On The Psyche's Censoring Devices And Distortion Systems, Than Trying To Write Truthfully.

I Understand That The World Was Nothing: A Mechanical Chaos Of Casual, Brute Enmity On Which We Stupidly Impose Our Hopes And Fears. I Understood That, Finally And Absolutely, I Alone Exist. All The Rest, I Saw, Is Merely What Pushes Me, Or What I Push Against, Blindly - As Blindly As All That Is Not Myself Pushes Back. I Create The Whole Universe, Blink By Blink.