Such Is Our Need To

There Are Plenty Of Reasons Not To Put Up With The World As It Is, And If The Book Has Any Kind Of Message, I Suppose That's It.

This Is The Effect Of Panic, A Natural Effect, You Could Say That Animal Nature Is Like This, Plant Life Would Behave In Exactly The Same Way, Too, If It Did Not Have All Those Roots To Hold It In The Ground, And How Nice It Would Be To See The Trees Of The Forest Fleeing The Flames.

Forgive Me If What Has Seemed Little To You, To Me Is All.

Words Have Their Own Hierarchy, Their Own Protocol, Their Own Artistic Titles, Their Own Plebeian Stigmas.

For Me, Writing Is A Job. I Do Not Separate The Work From The Act Of Writing Like Two Things That Have Nothing To Do With Each Other. I Arrange Words One After Another, Or One In Front Of Another, To Tell A Story, To Say Something That I Consider Important Or Useful, Or At Least Important Or Useful To Me. It Is Nothing More Than This.