Writers Themselves Don't Analyze What They Do;

What Is The Purpose Of Writing? For Me Personally, It Is Really To Explain The Mystery Of Life, And The Mystery Of Life Includes, Of Course, The Personal, The Political, The Forces That Make Us What We Are While There's Another Force From Inside Battling To Make Us Something Else.

September 2001. A Sunny Day In New York. Many Of Us Who Are Writers Were At Work On The Transformation Of Life Into A Poem, Story, A Chapter Of A Novel, When Terror Pounced From The Sky, And The World Made Witness To It.

Nothing Fades So Quickly As What Is Unchanged.

In A Certain Sense A Writer Is 'selected' By His Subject - His Subject Being The Consciousness Of His Own Era.

It's Easier For The Former Masters To Put Aside The Masks That Hid Their Humanity Than For The Former Slaves To Recognise The Faces Underneath. Or To Trust That This Is Not A New Mask These Are Wearing.