Not Until I Came To

I Know My Time Will Come Soon Enough, But I Will Not Dwell On It. What Is The Purpose? We Might As Well Dwell On The Work Of Our Teeth Or On The Mechanics Of Our Walk. It Is There, It Will Always Be There, And I Don't Intend To Spend My Glorious Hours Looking Over My Shoulder To See Death's Icy Face.

We Seem To Live A Culture That Doesn't Want Blemishes. The Vision Of Most Beautiful Models... Airbrushed In Order To Be Seen As Perfect, Infects Our Notion Of How Literature Should Be Written.

Not Until I Came To Canada Did I Realize That Snow Was A Four-letter Word.

The Readers Who Commited Suicide After Reading 'werther' Were Not Ideal But Merely Sentimental Readers.

In The Books By Ruy-sanchez We Find Again The Erotic Conviction That Allows Us To Read With All The Skin. The Erotic, In His Narratives Is Not A Subject Or A Phrase, It Is The Clay Of What They Are Made. In His Novels Every Experience, Trivial Or Extraordinary, Breaths Through The Erotic.