Belief And Delusion Are Incestuous Siblings.

The More You Lose, The More Is To Be Lost, Yet It Matters Less.

You Can See The Diversity That Pieces In The Anthology Represent, And Then The Interconnections-obvious And Less Obvious-between Various Stories Or Between Various Modes Of Storytelling. Diversity Generates Need For Conversation, Conversation Generates Common Interests, As Well As Differences. Literature, As A Human Project, Is All About That.

In Some Way There Is No Real Life. It's Always The Story Of Your Life That You're Living.

There Are Moments In Life When It Is All Turned Inside Out--what Is Real Becomes Unreal, What Is Unreal Becomes Tangible, And All Your Levelheaded Efforts To Keep A Tight Ontological Control Are Rendered Silly And Indulgent.

I Gradually Became Aware That My Interiority Was Inseparable From My Exteriority, That The Geography Of My City Was The Geography Of My Soul.