I Don’t Want Your Candor.

Talent Is More Erotic When It's Wasted.

The Figure Of The Gunman In The Window Was Inextricable From The Victim And His History. This Sustained Oswald In His Cell. It Gave Him What He Needed To Live. The More Time He Spent In A Cell, The Stronger He Would Get. Everybody Knew Who He Was Now.

I Do Think That In The Near Future, If It Hasn't Happened Already, People Will Be Able To Use Technology To Design Their Own Novels, Perhaps With Individuals Themselves As The Main Character. In Other Words, Everything Is Being Individualized And Narrowed.

The Greater The Scientific Advance, The More Primitive The Fear.

The Question Of Dying Becomes A Wise Reminder. It Cures Us Of Our Innocence Of The Future.