I Would Never Write In Response To

It Frequently Happens That I Begin A Novel With Just A Visual Image Of Something, A Vague Sense Of People In Three Dimensional Space.

You Shout Because It Makes You Brave Or You Want To Announce Your Recklessness.

The More Things I Threw Away, The More I Found.

I Don’t Want Your Candor. I Want Your Soul In A Silver Thimble.

Too Much Has Been Forgotten In The Name Of Memory.