If You Go To Tokyo, I Think

Its Was One Of Those Events Which At A Crucial Stage In One's Development Arrive To Challenge And Stretch One To The Limit Of One's Ability And Beyond, So That Thereafter One Has A New Standard By Which To Judge Oneself.

…it’s Hard To Appreciate The Beauty Of A World When One Doubts Its Very Validity….but I’ve Long Since Lost All Such Doubts, Ono,’ He Continued. ‘when I Am An Old Man, When I Look Back Over My Life And See I Have Devoted It To The Task Of Capturing The Unique Beauty Of That World, I Believe I Will Be Well Satisfied. And No Man Will Make Me Believe I’ve Wasted My Time.

There Are Things I Am More Interested In Than The Clone Thing. How Are They Trying To Find Their Place In The World And Make Sense Of Their Lives? To What Extent Can They Transcend Their Fate? As Time Starts To Run Out, What Are The Things That Really Matter?

Typically In My Novels The Narrator Tells A Story By Remembering, And The Memories Are Colored By This And Colored By That. So The Whole Universe Of The Novel Tends To Be Framed By The Narrator's Memories And Thoughts.

You Say You’re Sure? Sure That You’re In Love? How Can You Know It? You Think Love Is So Simple?