Too Much Has Been Forgotten In The

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

You Become A Serious Novelist By Living Long Enough.

A Dead Afternoon In A Dark Bar Was Not The Worst Of Fates.

Every Advance In Knowledge And Technique Is Matched By A New Kind Of Death, A New Strain. Death Adapts, Like A Viral Agent.

People Say Great Art Is Immortal. I Say There's Something Mortal In It. It Carries A Glimpse Of Death.