A Novelist Is A Man Who Doesn't

Trotsky Rises To Give Me His Hand, Then Sits At His Desk, Gently Allowing His Regard To Light On My Person.

We Live In A Time When Writers Do Not Always Have Barriers Around Them

For 30 Years I Have Tried To Make It Understood That There Are No Criminals.

A Novelist Is A Man Who Doesn't Like His Mother.

The Lake And The Mountains Have Become My Landscape, My Real World.