Speaks Well Of A Man

Men To Whom God Is Dead Worship One Another.

Writers Spend All Their Time Preoccupied With Just The Things That Their Fellow Men And Women Spend Their Time Trying To Avoid Thinking About. ... It Takes Great Courage To Look Where You Have To Look, Which Is In Yourself, In Your Experience, In Your Relationship With Fellow Beings, Your Relationship To The Earth, To The Spirit Or To The First Cause—to Look At Them And Make Something Of Them.

I've Never Enjoyed Myself. I'm Incapable Of Enjoying Myself. There's Just Some People Who Don't Enjoy Themselves Very Much.

Survival Is Triumph Enough.

I First Became Fascinated With The Sears Catalogue Because All The People In Its Pages Were Perfect. Nearly Everybody I Knew Had Something Missing, A Finger Cut Off, A Toe Split, An Ear Half-chewed Away, An Eye Clouded With Blindness From A Glancing Fence Staple. And If They Didn't Have Something Missing, They Were Carrying Scars From Barbed Wire, Or Knives, Or Fishhooks. But The People In The Catalogue Had No Such Hurts. They Were Not Only Whole, Had All Their Arms And Legs And Eyes On Their Unscarred Bodies, But They Were Also Beautiful.