I Write Fast, Because I Have Not

One Of Them, For Example, Which Will Probably Haunt Me More Than Any Other Is The Problem Of Communication.

Trotsky Rises To Give Me His Hand, Then Sits At His Desk, Gently Allowing His Regard To Light On My Person.

Madame....gloatingly Savored Her Words As Earlier She Had Savored Her Pig's Trotter.

I Would Like To Carve My Novel In A Piece Of Wood. My Characters—i Would Like To Have Them Heavier, More Three-dimensional ... My Characters Have A Profession, Have Characteristics; You Know Their Age, Their Family Situation, And Everything. But I Try To Make Each One Of Those Characters Heavy, Like A Statue, And To Be The Brother Of Everybody In The World.

I Write Fast, Because I Have Not The Brains To Write Slow.