Feel it," she said. "Your skin is glowing - hot. It is sensation. That means you are alive. Don't you see," she cried. "You have to feel everything - you have to celebrate everything - life, death - everything. It is all glorious.
This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny,Time, Love, Beauty... - Henry Miller