Leaving Behind The Babble Of The Plaza,

For Myth Is At The Beginning Of Literature, And Also At Its End.

I Am Almost Sure To Be Blotted Out By Death, But Sometimes I Think It Is Not Impossible That I May Continue To Live In Some Other Manner After My Physical Death . Or, As Hamlet Wonders, What Dreams Will Come When We Leave This Body?

Art Always Opts For The Individual, The Concrete; Art Is Not Platonic.

If I Were Asked To Name The Chief Event In My Life, I Should Say My Father's Library.

When I Write, I Do It Urged By An Intimate Necessity. I Don't Have In Mind An Exclusive Public, Or A Public Of Multitudes, I Don't Think In Either Thing. I Think About Expressing What I Want To Say. I Try To Do It In The Simplest Way Possible.