I Thought Maybe I Would Become A

I Never Even Dreamt Of Being A Writer Because I Didn't Feel Allowed. When I Was A Child I Was Terribly Ambitious, But I Didn't Know At All What This Great Thing Would Become.

It's While Writing That Suddenly A Point Of View Appears: 'so, That's What I Really Thought About This Thing'. Then It Feels Part Of Me.

It’s True That Someone Will Always Say That Good And Evil Don’t Exist: That Is A Person Who Has Never Had Any Dealings With Real Evil. Good Is Far Less Convincing Than Evil, But It’s Because Their Chemical Structures Are Different. Like Gold, Good Is Never Found In A Pure State In Nature: It Therefore Doesn’t Seem Impressive. It Has The Unfortunate Tendency Not To Act; It Prefers, Passively, To Be Seen.

Definitely. More And More I Understand That It's Very Fine Not To Know Where You Come From. There Is Line In A Song By Georges Brassens [french Singer-songwriter]: 'les Imbciles Heureux Qui Sont Ns Quelquepart.' I Will Never Be One Of The Happy Stupid That Were Born Somewhere. This Way Of Life Is Excellent For The Imagination. It Develops Your Paranoia. You Feel Paranoid When You Don't Understand A Country, And Being Paranoiac Is Excellent For Fiction.

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