There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Have you any notion of how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?
“With The Thousand and One Nights”, I learned and never forgot that we should read only those books that force us to reread them.