Literature Is Not Only A Mirror; It

Now That I Am Dead, I Know Everything.

This Above All, To Refuse To Be A Victim.

Your Friend Is Intellectually Honourable," Jimmy's Mother Would Say. "he Doesn't Lie To Himself.

Time Is Not A Line But A Dimension, Like The Dimensions Of Space.

Perhaps I Write For No One. Perhaps For The Same Person Children Are Writing For When They Scrawl Their Names In The Snow.