To Be A Complete Victim May Be

Real Misery Cuts Off All Paths To Itself.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

Only Love Has Clear Vision. Hatred Has Cloudy Vision. When We Hate We Know Not What We Do.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

People Have Obsessions And Fears And Passions Which They Don't Admit To. I Think Every Character Is Interesting And Has Extremes. It's The Novelist Privilege To See How Odd Everyone Is.