People Do Not Love Those

I Had Known Loneliness Before, And Emptiness Upon The Moor, But I Had Never Been A Nothing, A Nothing Floating On A Nothing, Known By Nothing, Lonelier And Colder Than The Space Between The Stars. It Was More Frightening Than Being Dead.

(from The Story The Last Days Of A Famous Mime) He Said Nothing. He Was Mildly Annoyed At Her Presumption: That He Had Not Thought This Many, Many Times Before. With Perfect Misunderstanding She Interpreted His Passivity As Disdain. Wishing To Hurt Him, She Slapped His Face. Wishing To Hurt Her, He Smiled Brilliantly.

I Have Never Begun A Novel Which Wasn't Going To Stretch Me Further Than I Had Ever Stretched Before.

I Have Written A Memoir Here And There, And That Takes Its Own Form Of Selfishness And Courage. However, Generally Speaking, I Have No Interest In Writing About My Own Life Or Intruding In The Privacy Of Those Around Me.

You Could Not Tell A Story Like This. A Story Like This You Could Only Feel.