Literature Is Greater Than Any Of Us,

With Maternal Love, Life Makes A Promise At Dawn That It Can Never Hold. You Are Forced To Eat Cold Food Until Your Days End. After That, Each Time A Woman Holds You In Her Arms And Against Her Chest, These Are Merely Condolences. You Always Come Back To Yell At Your Mother's Grave Like An Abandoned Dog. Never Again, Never Again, Never Again.

A Writer's Subconscious Is One Of The Filthiest Places There Are: As A Matter Of Fact, You Can Find The Whole World There.

I Sat Day After Day In My Little Room, Waiting For Inspiration To Visit Me, Trying To Invent A Pseudonym That Would Express, In A Combination Of Noble And Striking Sounds, Our Dream Of Artistic Achievement, A Pen Name Grand Enough To Compensate For My Own Feeling Of Insecurity And Helplessness At The Idea Of Everything My Mother Expected From Me.

When A War Is Won, It's The Losers, Not The Winners, Who Are Liberated.

As Long As You Live, You Hope. You Think That Everything Will Just...get Better.