My Mother Did What Many Men Do.

The Evil Always Comes From Details.

I Can Still Remember The Miraculous Feeling Of Writing A Sentence, Then More Sentences, Telling A Story. The First Thing I Wrote Was A One-page Summary Of Robinson Crusoe And I Am So Sorry I Do Not Have It Any More; It Was At That Moment I Became An Author.

Although I Never Marched Through The Streets Shouting For Mao, I Do Believe That The Liberation Of China At The End Of The 1940s Was A Wonderful Thing And To Provide Its People With A Billion Pairs Of Shoes And Trousers Was A Fantastic Achievement.

Every Secret We Confide In Another Person Can Be A Burden To Them

It Struck Me As I Listened To Those Two Men That A Truer Nomination (name) For Our Species Than Homo Sapiens Might Be Homo Narrans, The Storytelling Person. What Differentiates Us From Animals Is The Fact That We Can Listen To Other People’s Dreams, Fears, Joys, Sorrows, Desires And Defeats–and They In Turn Can Listen To Ours.