Money Writes Books, Money Sells

A Man Who Gives A Good Account Of Himself Is Probably Lying, Since Any Life When Viewed From The Inside Is Simply A Series Of Defeats.

If Both The Past And The External World Exist Only In The Mind, And If The Mind Itself Is Controllable - What Then?

If There Is Hope, It Lies In The Proles.

From A Very Early Age, Perhaps The Age Of Five Or Six, I Knew That When I Grew Up I Should Be A Writer. Between The Ages Of About Seventeen And Twenty-four I Tried To Abandon This Idea, But I Did So With The Consciousness That I Was Outraging My True Nature And That Sooner Or Later I Should Have To Settle Down And Write Books.

The Cheaper Books Become, The Less Money Is Spent On Books.