One must needs make and seize his soul, and then cleave fast to’t, or go babbling in the corner; one must choose his gods and devils on the run, quill his own name upon the universe, and declare, ‘Tis I, and the world stands such-a-way!’ One must assert, assert, assert, or go screaming mad. — John Barth, The Sot-Weed Factor.

—QOTD: Assert, assert, assert