Without A Pen In My Hand I

A Spy, Like A Writer, Lives Outside The Mainstream Population. He Steals His Experience Through Bribes And Reconstructs It.

You Should Have Died When I Killed You.

Survival...is An Infinite Capacity For Suspicion.

Each My Book Feels Like My Last Book. And Then I Think, Like A Dedicated Alcoholic, That One More Won't Do Me Any Harm.

I Am Still Making Order Out Of Chaos By Reinvention.