I Would Like To Carve My Novel

Madame....gloatingly Savored Her Words As Earlier She Had Savored Her Pig's Trotter.

Trotsky Rises To Give Me His Hand, Then Sits At His Desk, Gently Allowing His Regard To Light On My Person.

The Fact That We Are I Don't Know How Many Millions Of People, Yet Communication, Complete Communication, Is Completely Impossible Between Two Of Those People, Is To Me One Of The Biggest Tragic Themes In The World

It Was Night And I Could See A Large And Calm Lake, Reflecting The Moon. Black Mountains Rose Around It. I Arrived From Between Two Of These Mountains, I Looked At The Lake And The Moon, And That Was It, Nothing Else Happened.

We Are All Potentially Characters In A Novel--with The Difference That Characters In A Novel Really Get To Live Their Lives To The Full.