When I'm Not Writing Or Reading, I'm

There's Nothing As Dear As The Sight Of Ruins.

Every Life Has A File, If You Will.

Twentieth-century Russian Literature Has Produced Nothing Special Except Perhaps One Novel And Two Stories By Andrei Platonov, Who Ended His Days Sweeping Streets.

Language And, Presumably, Literature Are More Ancient And Inevitable, More Durable Than Any Form Of Social Organization. The Revulsion, Irony, Or Indifference Often Expressed By Literature Toward The State Is Essentially The Reaction Of The Permanent-better Yet, The Infinite-against The Temporary, Against The Finite.

I Always Adhered To The Idea That God Is Time, Or At Least That His Spirit Is.