I Couldn't Be Sufficiently Interested In Human

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.

There's No Tiling Moral About Beauty.

From Ernest Hemingway's Stories I Learned To Listen Within My Stories For What Went Unsaid By My Characters.

Very Often We Support Change, And Then Are Swept Away By The Change. I Think That...you Just Make Your Own Response To Your Own Generation. A Response Adequate To Your Time.

The Gap Between The Committed And The Indifferent Is A Sahara Whose Faint Trails, Followed By The Mind's Eye Only, Fade Out In Sand.