Curiosity Is Insubordination In Its Purest Form.

Ideas In Modern Russia Are Machine-cut Blocks Coming In Solid Colors; The Nuance Is Outlawed, The Interval Walled Up, The Curve Grossly Stepped.

The Only Real Number Is One, The Rest Are Mere Repetition

Happy Is The Novelist Who Manages To Preserve An Actual Love Letter That He Received When He Was Young Within A Work Of Fiction, Embedded In It Like A Clean Bullet In Flabby Flesh And Quite Secure There, Among Spurious Lives.

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

I Don't Think In Any Language. I Think In Images.