The lone wolves who know no peace, these victims of unceasing pain to whom the urge for tragedy has been denied and who can never break through the starry space, who feel themselves summoned thither and yet cannot survive in its atmosphere – for them is reserved, provided suffering has made their spirits tough and elastic enough, a way of reconcilement and an escape into humour.
Hermann Hesse – Steppenwolf
Writing, Reading, Living, but mostly Hiding 