I Convinced Her That Her First Loyalty

Death Isn't Enough. It Doesn't Remove The Stain. But A Slap, A Whiplash, Square On The Face, Does. Because A Man's Face Is As Sacred As His Mother Or His Wife.

It Is Rare And Almost Impossible For A Novel To Have Only One Narrator.

That Is One Thing I Am Sure Of Amid My Many Uncertainties Regarding The Literary Vocation: Deep Inside, A Writer Feels That Writing Is The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Him, Or Could Ever Happen To Him, Because As Far As He Is Concerned, Writing Is The Best Possible Way Of Life, Never Mind The Social, Political, Or Financial Rewards Of What He Might Achieve Through It.

But What Do I Have? The Things I'm Told And The Things I Tell, That's All. And As Far As I Know, That Never Yet Made Anyone Fly.

If You Are Killed Because You Are A Writer, That's The Maximum Expression Of Respect, You Know.