The Eye... The Point Where A Person's

The Novel Is A Meditation On Existence As Seen Through The Medium Of Imaginary Characters.

So She Stood Naked In Front Of The Young Man And At This Moment Stopped Playing The Game.

When The Heart Speaks, The Mind Finds It Indecent To Object.

Indeed, The Only Truly Serious Questions Are Ones That Even A Child Can Formulate. Only The Most Naive Of Questions Are Truly Serious.

Metaphors Are Dangerous. Love Begins With A Metaphor. Which Is To Say, Love Begins At The Point When A Woman Enters Her First Word Into Our Poetic Memory.