There Is No Such Thing

Of Course The Illusion Of Art Is To Make One Believe That Great Literature Is Very Close To Life, But Exactly The Opposite Is True. Life Is Amorphous, Literature Is Formal.

Illness Is The Opposite Of Freedom. It Makes Everything Impossible.

Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz. Much Of The Time Life Is A Sort Of Rhythmic Progression Of Three Characters. If One Tells Oneself That Life Is Like That, One Feels It Less Arbitrary.

My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be The Only Consistent Side Of My Character. Is It Because I Have Not Read Enough?

The Happiness Of Others Is Never Bearable For Very Long.