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Existence itself does not feel horrible it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
Customs and convictions change respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.
What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.
Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.