You Want To Believe That

I Have A Grim Outlook On The World, And In Particular On Humanity. Spent Years Denying It, But I Am Very Misanthropic. And I Live Alone On A Mountain For A Reason.

Still, It's An Interesting Technique-leaving One Person Behind In Order To Find Her Or Him Somewhere Else. And In Someone Else.

I Was A Pretty Angry Kid, And I Got Into Military History Largely As A Way To Vent My Own Anger. As I Got Older It Narrowed Down To A More Specific Focus On Individual Violence. I'm Just Trying To Understand Where It Came From.

Imagine, [kriezler] Said, That You Enter A Large, Somewhat Crumbling Hall That Echoes With The Sounds Of People Mumbling And Talking Repetitively To Themselves. All Around You These People Fall Into Prostrate Positions, Some Of Them Weeping. Where Are You? Sara’s Answer Was Immediate: In An Asylum. Perhaps, Kreizler Answered, But You Could Also Be In A Church. In The One Place The Behavior Would Be Considered Mad; In The Other, Not Only Sane, But As Respectable As Any Human Activity Can Be.

I Wanted Nothing Less Than To Be A Fiction Writer When I Was A Kid. If You Had Told Me I Would Be An Artist Or Novelist When I Grew Up, I Would Have Laughed In Your Face