Everything Remains Unsettled Forever, Depend

You Can Travel Fifty Thousand Miles In America Without Once Tasting A Piece Of Good Bread.

All My Good Reading, You Might Say, Was Done In The Toilet.

And The Books You Write. They're Not You. They're Not Me Sitting Here, This Henry Miller. They Belong To Someone Else. It's Terrible. You Can Never Rest.

My Hunger And Curiosity Drive Me Forward In All Directions At Once.

If We Have Not Found Heaven Within, It Is A Certainty We Will Not Find It Without.