All My Stories Are Webs Of Style

Life Is A Message Scribbled In The Dark.

After The First Shock Of Recognition - A Sudden Sense Of "this Is What I'm Going To Write" - The Novel Starts To Breed By Itself; The Process Goes On Solely In The Mind, Not On Paper. I Feel A Kind Of Gentle Development, An Uncurling Inside, And I Know That The Details Are There Already, That In Fact I Would See Them Plainly If I Looked Closer, But I Prefer To Wait Until What Is Loosely Called Inspiration Has Completed The Task For Me.

The Breaking Of A Wave Cannot Explain The Whole Sea.

Resemblances Are The Shadows Of Differences. Different People See Different Similarities And Similar Differences.

Let All Of Life Be An Unfettered Howl.