Try To Discover Who I Am From

I Very Much Enjoy Reading Other Writers' Diaries, Mainly Because It Makes Me Ask Myself: Are They Like You? How Do They Think?

My Hero Wants To Belong Too, But He Doesn't Want To Give Up All The Things He Came To Value In The West.

Over Time, I Have Come To See The Work Of Literature Less As Narrating The World Than "seeing The World With Words." From The Moment He Begins To Use Words Like Colors In A Painting, A Writer Can Begin To See How Wondrous And Surprising The World Is, And He Breaks The Bones Of Language To Find His Own Voice. For This He Needs Paper, A Pen, And The Optimism Of A Child Looking At The World For The First Time.

I Am Nothing But A Corpse Now, A Body At The Bottom Of A Well.

Try To Discover Who I Am From My Choice Of Words And Colors, As Attentive People Like Yourselves Might Examine Footprints To Catch A Thief.