A Writer Is A Man

We Never Consider That The Things Dogs Know About Us Are Things Of Which We Have Not The Faintest Notion.

We Are Finally Living In Plato's Cave, If We Consider How Those Who Were Imprisoned Within The Cave - Who Could Do Nothing But Watch Those Shadows Passing On The Back Wall - Were Convinced That Those Shadows Were Their One And Only Reality. I See A Profound Similarity To All This In The Epoch We're Now Living In. We No Longer Live Simply Through Images: We Live Through Images That Don't Even Exist, Which Are The Result Not Of Physical Projection But Of Pure Virtuality.

We Are Marching Against The Law Of The Jungle That The United States And Its Acolytes Old And New Want To Impose On The World.

Even Death, Faced With The Option Of Death Or Life, She Would Choose Life.

That Is The Dream Of All Novelists-that One Of Their Characters Will Become 'somebody.'