I Am A Professor Who Writes Novels

We Have A Limit, A Very Discouraging, Humiliating Limit: Death.

People Are Tired Of Simple Things. They Want To Be Challenged.

All Of Us Were Slowly Losing That Intellectual Light That Allows You Always To Tell The Similar From The Identical, The Metaphorical From The Real.

The Step Between Ecstatic Vision And Sinful Frenzy Is All Too Brief.

All The Theories Of Conspiracy Were Always A Way To Escape Our Responsibilities. It Is A Very Important Kind Of Social Sickness By Which We Avoid Recognizing Reality Such As It Is And Avoid Our Responsibilities.