Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery

Freedom Is A Public Library.

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.

A Good Novel Begins With A Small Question And Ends With A Bigger One.

Literature Is The Province Of Imagination, And Stories, In Whatever Guise, Are Meditations On Life.

I Was The Goldfish That Leapt Out Of The Bowl.