So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger—because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being. — Jack Kerouac
Paul Auster — The Vale of Soul-Making
The story is not in the words; it’s in the struggle. — Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition, March 28, 2006) Originally published 1987.
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