Bad Literature Is A Form Of Treason.

Twentieth-century Russian Literature Has Produced Nothing Special Except Perhaps One Novel And Two Stories By Andrei Platonov, Who Ended His Days Sweeping Streets.

What Should I Say About Life? That It's Long And Abhors Transparence.

Racism? But Isn't It Only A Form Of Misanthropy?

When I'm Not Writing Or Reading, I'm Thinking About Both.

What Concerns Me Is That Man, Unable To Articulate, To Express Himself Adequately, Reverts To Action. Since The Vocabulary Of Action Is Limited, As It Were, To His Body, He Is Bound To Act Violently, Extending His Vocabulary With A Weapon Where There Should Have Been An Adjective.