Relearn astonishment. - Elias Canetti

I love writers who limit themselves, who write beneath their intelligence.

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

Disgust at collective killing is of very recent date and should not be over-estimated. Today everyone takes part in public executions through the newspapers. Like everything else, however, it is more comfortable than it was. We sit peacefully at home and, out of a hundred details, can choose those to linger over which offer a special thrill. We only applaud when everything is over and there is no feeling of guilty connivance to spoil our pleasure.