A Novel Is A Book With A

All Memory Can Do Is Scream For Touch.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.

You Create Identity, You're Not Given Identity Per Se. What Became More And More Interesting To Me Wasn't The I, It Was Text Because It's Text That Create Identity. That's How I Got Interested In Plagiarism.