Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.
I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
The artist deals in what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?