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In Sri Lanka A Well-told Lie Is Worth A Thousand Facts.

A Novel Is A Mirror Walking Down A Road

I Am Not In Love With Him, I Am In Love With Ghosts. So Is He, He's In Love With Ghosts.

He Was A Man Who Wrote, Who Interpreted The World. Wisdom Grew Out Of Being Handed Just The Smallest Sliver Of Emotion. A Glance Could Lead To Paragraphs Of Theory.

As A Writer, One Is Busy With Archaeology.