Everyone Ends Up Moving Alone Towards The

If I Dreamt This, While Walking, Walking In The London Streets, The Subconscious Of Each And Every Other Life, Past And Present, Brushing Me In Passing, What Makes It Real? Writing It Down.

I Decided That I Wanted Nothing To Do With South African Government Television While Any Of My Fellow Writers Were Banned And Couldn't Speak Publicly.

The Function Of A Writer Is To Make Sense Of Life. It Is Such A Mystery, It Changes All The Time, Like The Light.

I Cannot Live With Someone Who Can't Live Without Me.

Newspapers Are Horror Happening To Other People.