We Cannot Understand All The Traits We

The Writer Is All Alone.

My Life Is Short. I Can't Listen To Banality.

Some Lesser Husbands Built A Latrine On The Hillside.

Many Writers Tend To Write Summing-up Books At The End Of Their Lives.

One Isn’t Born One’s Self. One Is Born With A Mass Of Expectations, A Mass Of Other People’s Ideas – And You Have To Work Through It All.