Perhaps Art Is Simply An

I Don't Believe In That Country Any Longer. I'm Not Interested. I'm Writing In The Language, And I Like The Language.

Perhaps The Best Proof Of The Almighty's Existence Is That We Never Know When We Are To Die.

Out Of Dostoevsky: Kafka. Out Of Tolstoy: Margaret Mitchell. (in Conversation, Explaining His Dislike For Tolstoy)

Boredom Is Your Window On The Properties Of Time That One Tends To Ignore To The Likely Peril Of One's Mental Equilibrium. It Is Your Window On Time's Infinity. Once This Window Opens, Don't Try To Shut It; On The Contrary, Throw It Wide Open.

For Boredom Speaks The Language Of Time, And It Is To Teach You The Most Valuable Lesson Of Your Life - The Lesson Of Your Utter Insignificance.