We Chase The Reward, We Get The

I Must Fight With My Weapons. Not His. Not Selfishness And Brutality And Shame And Resentment.

There Are Many Reasons Why Novelists Write, But They All Have One Thing In Common - A Need To Create An Alternative World.

I Knew Words Were Like Chains, They Held Me Back . . . The Act Of Description Taints The Description.

I Mean I Never Feel I Feel What I Ought To Feel.

The American Myth Is Of Free Will In Its Simple, Primary Sense. One Can Choose Oneself And Will Oneself; And This Absurdly Optimistic Assumption So Dominates The Republic That It Has Bred All Its Gross Social Injustices.