He Felt For A Moment Uncreated. Another

The World Spins. We Stumble On. It Is Enough.

I’m Not Interested In Blind Optimism, But I’m Very Interested In Optimism That Is Hard-won, That Takes On Darkness And Then Says, ‘this Is Not Enough.’ But It Takes Time, More Time Than We Can Sometimes Imagine, To Get There. And Sometimes We Don’t.

The City Was Bigger Than Its Buildings, Bigger Than Its Inhabitants Too. It Had Its Own Nuances. It Accepted Whatever Came Its Way, The Crime And The Violence And The Little Shocks Of Good That Crawled Out From Underneath The Everyday.

Personally, I Like The Social Novel. I Like Writing That Gets In And Under The Hood And Looks About - At What's Going On. But I Don't Say To Any Writer That That's Absolutely What They Should Do.

Life Must Pass Through Difficulty In Order To Achieve Any Modicum Of Beauty.