Lovers Are Not Snails; They Don't Have

[nabokov's] Language Is Made Visible . . . Like A Veil Or Transparent Curtain. You Cannot Help Seeing The Curtain As You Peek Into The Intimate Rooms Behind.

Travel Gives Me The Opportunity To Walk Through The Sectors Of Cities Where One Can Clearly See The Passage Of Time.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

I Am Inspired By Human Sexuality. The Act Itself Is Mechanical And Holds Little Interest To Me.

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