I'm not dead. But when I am, it's likeI don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.
His ignorance is encyclopedic.
I grew up in a completely bookless household. It was my father's boast that he had never read a book from end to end.
He is too illiterate, unread, unlearned for his station and reputation.
The music wasn't going to happen, and I realized I had read so little. I didn't know my way around any century. I was very under read.
The unread is always better than the unreadable.
The cleanest book on a dusty bookshelf is usually a dirty one.
I write the story that nobody reads. Someday, I'm going to write it in German to see if anyone notices.
I want to mention that Marx shares something, if you don't mind the comparison, with the Old Testament: many people talk about him, but nobody has read him.
This character's entirely invented, and the woman that I interviewed wouldn't recognize herself, or really anything about herself, in this book, which she hasn't read, because she doesn't read English.
