I Want You To Be

All Novels . . . Are Concerned With The Enigma Of The Self. As Soon As You Create An Imaginary Being, A Character, You Are Automatically Confronted By The Question: What Is The Self? How Can It Be Grasped?

But What Had Happened, Had Happened, And It Was No Longer Possible To Right Anything.

The Border Between Good And Evil Is Terribly Fuzzy.

We Go Through The Present Blindfolded... Only Later, When The Blindfold Is Removed And We Examine The Past, Do We Realize What We've Been Through And Understand What It Means.

I Have No Mission. No One Has.