The Writer’s Life Is A Life Of

Here Was A Torture That Greek Inventors Of The Feast And The Stone Had Omitted From Their Hades: The Blanket Of Self-deception. A Lovely Warm Blanket As Far As It Covered The Soul In Torment, But It Never Quite Covered Everything.

His Tiredness Hurt So Much It Kept Him Awake.

He And His Wife Loved Each Other And Brought Each Other Daily Pain. Everything Else He Was Doing In His Life, Even His Longing For Lalitha, Amounted To Little More Than Flight From Circumstance. He And Patty Couldn't Live Together And Couldn't Imagine Living Apart. Each Time He Thought They'd Reached The Unbearable Breaking Point, It Turned Out That There Was Still Further They Could Go Without Breaking.

The Most Purely Autobiographical ­fiction Requires Pure Invention. Nobody Ever Wrote A More Auto­biographical Story Than "the Meta­morphosis".

You See More Sitting Still Than Chasing After.