To Act Is To Anchor In The

Not One Moment When I Have Not Been Conscious Of Being Outside Paradise.

The Wise Man, The Sage, Is Hostile To The New. Disabused, He Abdicates: That Is His Form Of Protest.

A Regret Understood By No One: The Regret To Be A Pessimist. It’s Not Easy To Be On The Wrong Foot With Life.

What Necessity Impels A Writer Who Has Produced Fifty Books To Write Still One More? Why This Proliferation, This Fear Of Being Forgotten, This Debased Coquetry?

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.