I met Jack Kennedy in November, 1946 … We went out on a double date and it turned out to be a fair evening… — Norman Mailer

I was now at a university in New York, a professor of existential psychology with the not inconsiderable thesis that magic, dread, and the perception of death were the roots of motivation.

The only true journey of knowledge is from the depth of one being to the heart of another.

Madness is locked beneath. It goes into tissues, is swallowed by the cells. The cells go mad. Cancer is their flag. Cancer is the growth of madness denied.