The Evolution From Happiness To

Literature Is ... A Game, But It's A Game One Can Put One's Life Into.

[heaven Is] That Moment In Which Something Attains Its Maximum Depth, Its Maximum Reach, Its Maximum Sense, And Becomes Completely Uninteresting.

Where Are The Beginnings, The Endings, And Most Important, The Middles?

After The Age Of 50 We Begin To Die Little By Little In The Deaths Of Others.

For Me The Thing That Signals A Great Story Is What We Might Call Its Autonomy, The Fact That It Detaches Itself From Its Author Like A Soap Bubble Blown From A Clay Pipe.