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One Handles Truths Like Dynamite. Literature Is One Vast Hypocrisy, A Giant Deception, Treachery. All Writers Have Concealed More Than They Revealed.

Human Beings Can Reach Such Desperate Solitude That They May Cross A Boundary Beyond Which Words Cannot Serve, And At Such Moments There Is Nothing Left For Them But To Bark.

Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As Outer Catastrophes.

It Is In The Movements Of Emotional Crisis That Human Beings Reveal Themselves Most Accurately.

The Personal Life Deeply Lived Always Expands Into Truths Beyond Itself.