Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

"Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible," she said, "but that alone doesn't make it true." (Description of a Struggle)

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us."

"All language is but a poor translation."

"A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us."