Writing Is A Dog's Life, But The

Everyone, Either From Modesty Or Egotism, Hides Away The Best And Most Delicate Of His Soul’s Possessions; To Gain The Esteem Of Others, We Must Only Ever Show Our Ugliest Sides; This Is How We Keep Ourselves On The Common Level

I Hate That Which We Have Decided To Call Realism, Even Though I Have Been Made One Of Its High Priests.

(egypt) Is A Great Place For Contrasts: Splendid Things Gleam In The Dust.

I’m Dazzled By Your Facility. In Ten Days You’ll Have Written Six Stories! I Don’t Understand It… I’m Like One Of Those Old Aqueducts: There’s So Much Rubbish Cogging Up The Banks Of My Thought That It Flows Slowly, And Only Spills From The End Of My Pen Drop By Drop.

Anything Becomes Interesting If You Look At It Long Enough.