Every Man Is His Own Law Court

Life Is A Long Failure Of Understanding ... A Long, Mistaken Shutting Of The Heart.

My Imagination Functions Much Better When I Don't Have To Speak To People.

He Liked The Fact That Venice Had No Cars. It Made The City Human. The Streets Were Like Veins, He Thought, And The People Were The Blood, Circulating Everywhere.

I Have No Television - I Hate It.

When I Am Thickening My Plots, I Like To Think 'what If ... What If ... ' Thus My Imagination Can Move From The Likely, Which Everyone Can Think Of, To The Unlikely-but-possible, My Preferred Plot.