Fame And Secrecy Are The High And

Freud Is Finished, Einstein's Next.

Man's Guilt In History And In The Tides Of His Own Blood Has Been Complicated By Technology, The Daily Seeping Falsehearted Death.

Tourism Is The March Of Stupidity.

I'm Not Reclusive At All. Just Private.

It Frequently Happens That I Begin A Novel With Just A Visual Image Of Something, A Vague Sense Of People In Three Dimensional Space.