Books are in no hurry. An act of creation is in no hurry; it reads us, it privileges us infinitely. The notion that it is the occasion for our cleverness fills me with baffled bitterness and anger.

Books - the best antidote against the marsh-gas of boredom and vacuity.

Within you is the power of unlimited creation.

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable,
Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.