What We Know Of Other People's Only

Only By Acceptance Of The Past, Can You Alter It

To Become What You Are Not, Behave As You Do Not.

Anxiety Is The Hand Maiden Of Creativity.

What Is This Self-inside Us, This Silent Observer, Severe And Speechless Critic, Who Can Terrorize Us, And Urge Us Onto Futile Activity, And In The End, Judge Us Still More Severely For The Errors Into Which His Own Reproaches Drove Us?

A Prose That Is Altogether Alive Demands Something Of The Reader That The Ordinary Novel Reader Is Not Prepared To Give.