We Think Not In Words But In

My Heart Was A Hysterical Unreliable Organ.

Style And Structure Are The Essence Of A Book; Great Ideas Are Hogwash.

Even While Writing His Book, He Had Become Painfully Aware How Little He Knew His Own Planet While Attempting To Piece Together Another One From Jagged Bits Filched From Deranged Brains.

A Creative Writer Must Study Carefully The Works Of His Rivals, Including The Almighty. He Must Possess The Inborn Capacity Not Only Of Recombining But Of Re-creating The Given World. In Order To Do This Adequately, Avoiding Duplication Of Labor, The Artist Should Know The Given World.

Lolita, Light Of My Life, Fire Of My Loins. My Sin, My Soul.