I Would Like To Carve My Novel

It Just Happened. As Though A Moment Comes When It's Both Necessary And Natural To Make A Decision That Has Long Since Been Made.

I Have Always Tried To Write In A Simple Way, Using Down-to-earth And Not Abstract Words.

The Place Smelled Of Fairgrounds, Of Lazy Crowds, Of Nights When You Stayed Out Because You Couldn't Go To Bed, And It Smelled Like New York, Of Its Calm And Brutal Indifference.

The Fact That We Are I Don't Know How Many Millions Of People, Yet Communication, Complete Communication, Is Completely Impossible Between Two Of Those People, Is To Me One Of The Biggest Tragic Themes In The World

I Would Like To Carve My Novel In A Piece Of Wood.