You Can't State Difference And Also State

'a Reality Shaped Around Your Own Desires' - There Is Something Sociopathic In That Ambition.

Then He Gave Her A Kiss On The Forehead That Felt Like A Baptism And She Wept Like A Baby.

I'm Very Attracted To Exile Literature - Particularly Nabokov - Exactly Because The Idea Of Being Away From Home For Any Serious Length Of Time Is So Inconceivable To Me.

I Never Bought The Idea Of Individual Genius From Which The Novel Spews Forth. It's Always An Act Of Curation.

Tell The Truth Through Whichever Veil Comes To Hand - But Tell It.