You read a novel and it changes you. Readers are different from the rest of the world, readers of fiction in particular. The love of stories is the sign of an internal life, an ability to relate to concepts and to empathize, it shows a personal layer beyond the apparent. The enjoyment of words on paper separates you from the rest of the world for whom reading is a tiresome necessity, a chore to be done in order to pass tests or to find out what is in this can.

The vast majority of human beings concern themselves only with what is practical, what is likely, what exists, they do this and are content. They are unable to see beyond necessity and desire. In this respect they are not unlike dogs. Their aesthetic is basic, this matches that, they like paintings that are like photographs, they like the smell of English Leather. This girl is pretty because she has big eyes and long hair. They like TV because you can understand the stories that are on TV, the soap operas are like gossip, the actors spit emotion at you and you don’t have think to get anything. For TV you don’t need imagination. Imagination distracts you. You sit and suck at Hollywood’s teat and numb your mind.

The Other Hollywood: The Uncensored Oral History of the Porn Film Industry