I like writing that is unsummarizable, a kernel that cannot be condensed, that must be uttered exactly as it is.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. —Ernest Hemingway

No, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great dignity. I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.