I Cannot Stand That Whole Game Of

We Apply The Language That Is Comforting And Comfortable And Familiar In Order To Grasp That Which Confuses And Scares Us. That Is The First Step Toward Cliché And Stereotype, As They're Comforting Devices. They Reduce The Confusing World To The Already Familiar. We're Always Smoothing Out The Bumps Of Actual Living To Turn It Into Narratable Life.

Whatever Solidarity I Have Established With Other Writers Individually, It Is Usually Organized Around Books. We Connected As Readers, As It Were, Not Writers.

No Reader Owes Me Anything - I Am Owed Nothing For My Noble Efforts, Because My Writing Was Always Unconditional, Always Coming Out Of Inner Necessity.

In Some Way There Is No Real Life. It's Always The Story Of Your Life That You're Living.

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.