You Need Not Even Listen, Just Wait...the

There Is A Down-and-outness Under True Knowledge And A Childlike Happy Arising From It.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.

If This Is What You Came For, Then I Didn't Send For You. Kafka (note To Himself In Journal)

If The Literature We Are Reading Does Not Wake Us, Why Then Do We Read It? A Literary Work Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Sea Frozen Inside Us.