Writing Always Means Hiding Something In Such

Every Time I Must Find Something To Do That Will Look Like Something A Little Beyond My Capabilities.

I Will Start Out This Evening With An Assertion: Fantasy Is A Place Where It Rains.

You Walk For Days Among Trees And Among Stones. Rarely Does The Eye Light On A Thing, And Then Only When It Has Recognized That Thing As The Sign Of Another Thing: A Print In The Sand Indicates The Tiger's Passage; A Marsh Announces A Vein Of Water; The Hibiscus Flower, The End Of Winter. All The Rest Is Silent And Interchangeable; Trees And Stones Are Only What They Are.

...life Is Nothing But Trading Smells.

I Have Tried To Remove Weight, Sometimes From People, Sometimes From Heavenly Bodies, Sometimes From Cities; Above All I Have Tried To Remove Weight From The Structure Of Stories And From Language.