I get a fizzy thing in my brain, like a nice glass of wine, and I want to know facts and I want to understand.
It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.
My next book - each one while I'm working on it - dances in my mind and thrills me at every turn. If it didn't, why would I write it?
The mind can also be an erogenous zone.
The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring openly from some rotted substance within our civilization.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Agitation is the atmosphere of the brains.
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.
