I Am Free And That

Every Revolution Evaporates And Leaves Behind Only The Slime Of A New Bureaucracy.

All Human Errors Are Impatience, A Premature Breaking Off Of Methodical Procedure, An Apparent Fencing-in Of What Is Apparently At Issue.

Maybe Innocence Makes Its Way Easiest Through The Elemental Chaos Of This World.

Everything You Say Is Boring And Incomprehensible, But That Alone Doesn't Make It True.

My Job Is Unbearable To Me Because It Conflicts With My Only Desire And My Only Calling, Which Is Literature. Since I Am Nothing But Literature And Can And Want To Be Nothing Else, My Job Will Never Take Possession Of Me, It May, However, Shatter Me Completely, And This Is By No Means A Remote Possibility.