the poisonous world flows into my mouth like water into that of a drowning man

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

I don’t believe in myths of decline or myths of progress, even as regards to the literary scene. The world does not get to be a better or a worse place; it just gets more senescent. The world gets older, without getting either better or worse and so does literature.

Trist e să te desparți de prieteni. Un domiciliu e doar un domiciliu.

Written By Frank Herbert

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