Language Is So Inherent To Humanity, So

In The Olden Days, A Memoir Was Something Written By Churchill And People Like That, Because They Had A Grand Experience And Considered It Useful For Future Generations. And Then It Became What It Became - A Public Purging In Which Other People Have The Chance To Judge You And Then Forgive You, Perhaps Learning Something From Your Sorry Example.

As Long As There Are Living Human Beings, There Will Be Language And Stories.

Memory Narrativises Itself.

I Hate Traveling And Being Away From My Family. But I Like Meeting My Readers, As What I Write Is Actualized In Them. Those Encounters Are Exhilarating To Me.

We Knew - But Didn't Want To Know - What Was Going To Happen, The Sky Descending Upon Our Heads Like The Shadow Of A Falling Piano In A Cartoon.