The Language Of My Books Has Shaped

May The Days Be Aimless. Do Not Advance Action According To A Plan.

Fame And Secrecy Are The High And Low Ends Of The Same Fascination.

I Think Fiction Recues History From Its Confusions.

Rushdie Is A Hostage.

The Figure Of The Gunman In The Window Was Inextricable From The Victim And His History. This Sustained Oswald In His Cell. It Gave Him What He Needed To Live. The More Time He Spent In A Cell, The Stronger He Would Get. Everybody Knew Who He Was Now.