Writing Is Always A Voyage Of Discovery.

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.

Humans, The Only Self-regarding Animals, Blessed Or Cursed With This Torturing Higher Faculty, Have Always Wanted To Know Why.

The Creative Act Is Not Pure. History Evidences It. Ideology Demands It. Society Exacts It.

Your Whole Life You Are Really Writing One Book, Which Is An Attempt To Grasp The Consciousness Of Your Time And Place– A Single Book Written From Different Stages Of Your Ability.

Peace. The Upland Serenity Of High Altitude, The Openness Of Grassland Without Indigenous Bush Or Trees; The Greening, Yellowing Or Silver-browning That Prevailed, According To Season.