Just As The Habit Does Not Make

Age Carries With It A Double Load Of Guilt.

There Are Such Moments In Life, When, In Order For Heaven To Open, It Is Necessary For A Door To Close.

If You Don't Write Your Books, Nobody Else Will Do It For You. No One Else Has Lived Your Life.

Perhaps Only In A World Of The Blind Will Things Be What They Truly Are.

Every Novel Is Like This, Desperation, A Frustrated Attempt To Save Something Of The Past. Except That It Still Has Not Been Established Whether It Is The Novel That Prevents Man From Forgetting Himself Or The Impossibility Of Forgetfulness That Makes Him Write Novels.