There Is A Goal But No Way;

The Purpose Of A Story Is To Be An Axe That Breaks Up The Ice Within Us.

So Then You’re Free?’ ‘yes, I’m Free,’ Said Karl, And Nothing Seemed More Worthless Than His Freedom.

. . . The Books We Need Are The Kind That Act Upon Us Like A Misfortune, That Make Us Suffer Like The Death Of Someone We Love More Than Ourselves, That Make Us Feel As Though We Were On The Verge Of Suicide, Or Lost In A Forest Remote From All Human Habitation-a Book Should Serve As An Axe For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

As Far As I Have Seen, At School...they Aimed At Blotting Out One's Individuality.

To Write Prescriptions Is Easy, But To Come To An Understanding With People Is Hard.