Women Were Like Rivers, Their

Instead Of Committing Suicide, People Go To Work.

Arrogance Is An Utterly Appropriate Weapon To Use Against A Hostile World, A World In Which Arrogance Is Feared And Respected, Even If, Like Mine, It's Only Feigned.

You've Always Lived A Life Of Pretense, Not A Real Life-- A Simulated Existence, Not A Genuine Existence. Everything About You, Everything You Are, Has Always Been Pretense, Never Genuine, Never Real.

In Theory We Understand People, But In Practice We Can't Put Up With Them, I Thought, Deal With Them For The Most Part Reluctantly And Always Treat Them From Our Point Of View. We Should Observe And Treat People Not From Our Point Of View But From All Angles, I Thought, Associate With Them In Such A Way That We Can Say We Associate With Them So To Speak In A Completely Unbiased Way, Which However Isn't Possible, Since We Actually Are Always Biased Against Everybody.

I Really Only Write About Inner Landscapes And Most People Don't See Them, Because They See Practically Nothing Within, Because They Think That Because It's Inside, It's Dark, And So They Don't See Anything. I Don't Think I've Ever Yet, In Any Of My Books, Described A Landscape. There's Really Nothing Of The Kind In Any Of Them. I Only Ever Write Concepts. And So I'm Always Referring To "mountains" Or "a City" Or "streets." But As To How They Look: I've Never Produced A Description Of A Landscape. That's Never Even Interested Me.