For 30 Years I Have Tried To

I Saw Mussolini Tirelessly Contemplate A Parade Of Thousands Of Young Men.

A Novelist Is A Man Who Doesn't Like His Mother.

If Each One Of Us Could Make Just One Other Happy, The Whole World Would Know Happiness.

We Live In A Time When Writers Do Not Always Have Barriers Around Them

The Lake And The Mountains Have Become My Landscape, My Real World.