Your Questions Are False If You Already

I Don't Think It Is Worth Explaining How A Character's Nose Or Chin Looks. It Is My Feeling That Readers Will Prefer To Construct, Little By Little, Their Own Character—the Author Will Do Well To Entrust The Reader With This Part Of The Work.

I'm Not Pessimistic. It Is The World That Is Terrible. How Can We Be Optimistic In The Face Of A Planet Where People Live So Badly, Nature Is Being Destroyed And The Dominant Empire Is Money?

Words Have Their Own Hierarchy, Their Own Protocol, Their Own Artistic Titles, Their Own Plebeian Stigmas.

Words Were Not Given To Man In Order To Conceal His Thoughts.

...sometimes We Ask Ourselves Why Happiness Took So Long To Arrive, Why It Didn't Come Sooner, But Appears Suddenly, As Now, When We've Given Up Hope Of It Ever Arriving, It's Likely Then That We Won't Know What To Do, And Rather Than It Being A Question Of Choosing Between Laughter And Tears, We Will Be Filled By A Secret Anxiety To Which We Might Not Know How To Respond At All.