Life Is Tragic But It's Equally Comic.

I Would Be Far More Critical Than Any Reviewer Could Be Of My Own Work. So I Simply Don't Read Them.

The World Is Not Real For Me Until It Has Been Pushed Through The Mesh Of Language.

All My Life I Have Lied. I Lied To Escape, I Lied To Be Loved, I Lied For Placement And Power; I Lied To Lie. It Was A Way Of Living; Lies Are Life's Almost-anagram.

I Am The Worst Judge Of My Books.

What Is Money, After All? Almost Nothing, When One Has A Sufficiency Of It.