The Process Of Building A Self And

To Read Was Precisely To Enter Another World, Which Was Not The Reader's Own, And Come Back Refreshed, Ready To Bear With Equanimity The Injustices And Frustrations Of This One. Reading Was Balm, Amusement Not Incitement.

If Literature Has Engaged Me As A Project, First As A Reader, Then As A Writer, It Is As An Extension Of My Sympathies To Other Selves, Other Domains, Other Dreams, Other Territories.

People Robbed Of Their Past Seem To Make The Most Fervent Picture Takers, At Home And Abroad.

Depression Is Melancholy Minus Its Charms - The Animation, The Fits.

Intelligence Is Really A Kind Of Taste: Taste In Ideas.