For Memory, We Use Our Imagination. We

If I Was Asked To Say What Was The Greatest Invention Of Human Beings, I Would Say The Sentence.

I Read Nietzsche When I Was A Teenager And Then I Went Back To Reading Him When I Was In My Thirties, And His Voice Spoke Directly To Me. Nietzsche Is Such A Superb Literary Artist.

I Think I'm Less The Writer Than I'm The Written.

In The City Of Flesh I Travel Without Maps, A Worried Tourist: And Ottilie Was A Very Venice. I Stumbled Lost In The Blue Shade Of Her Pavements. Here Was A Dreamy Stillness, A Swaying, The Splash Of An Oar. Then, When I Least Expected It, Suddenly I Stepped Out Into The Great Square, The Sunlight, And She Was A Flock Of Birds Scattering With Soft Cries In My Arms.

The Secret Of Survival Is A Defective Imagination.