Things Are Not What They Seem.

That Is Human Nature, That People Come After You, Willingly Enough, Provided Only That You No Longer Love Or Want Them.

The Reading Eye Must Do The Work To Make Them Live, And So It Did, Again And Again, Never The Same Life Twice, As The Artist Had Intended.

I Don't Understand Why, In My Work, Writing Is Always So Dangerous. It's Very Destructive. People Who Write Books Are Destroyers.

I Don't Only Write About English Literature; I Also Write About Chaos Theory And... Ants. I Can Understand Ants.

…my Solitude Is My Treasure, The Best Thing I Have.