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A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

A Man Has To Construct, Invent, His Freedom.

A Writer Is A Spectator, Looking At Everything With A Highly Critical Eye.

The Short Story Packs A Self In A Few Pages Predicating A Lifetime

You Can't Eat Language But It Eases Thirst.