Her green eyes fluttered swiftly twice or thrice, then glazed, her mouth gaped open, bleating, then her jaws hung loose and retched up all her soul i… - Nikos Kazantzakis

Fools, art is a heavy task, more heavy than gold crowns;
it's far more difficult to match firm words than armies,
they're disciplined troops, unconquered, to be placed in rhythm,
the mind's most mighty foe, and not disperse in air.
I'd give, believe me, a whole land for one good song,
for I know well that only words, that words alone,
like the high mountains, have no fear of age or death.

If some priest or other comes to take my confession and give me sacrament, tell him to clear out, quick, and leave me his curse instead! I´ve done heaps and heaps of things in my life, but I still did not do enough. Men like me ought to live a thousand years.

ربما كانت الكتابة لعباً في عصور أخرى : أيام التوازن والانسجام, لكنها اليوم مهمة جسيمة, لم يعد الغرض منها تسلية العقول بالقصص الخرافية أو مساعدة هذه العقول على النسيان ، بل الغرض منها تحقيق حالة من التوحد بين جميع القوى الوضاءة التي لا تزال قادرة على الحياة حتى أيامنا الانتقالية هذه ، والغرض -أيضاً- تحريض الإنسان على بذل قصارى جهوده لتجاوز الوحش الكامن في أعماقه .