...the Human Being To Lack

In Effect I Am Not A Novelist, But Rather A Failed Essayist Who Started To Write Novels Because He Didn't Know How To Write Essays.

...this Is The Way Fate Usually Treats Us, It's Right There Behind Us, It Has Already Reached Out A Hand To Touch Us On The Shoulder While We're Still Muttering To Ourselves, It's All Over, That's It, Who Cares Anyhow.

Every Second That Passes Is Like A Door That Opens To Allow In What Has Not Yet Happened, What We Call The Future, But, To Challenge The Contradictory Nature Of What We Have Just Said, Perhaps It Would Be More Accurate To Say That The Future Is Just An Immense Void, That The Future Is Just The Time On Which The Eternal Present Feeds.

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write.

I Don't Think It Is Worth Explaining How A Character's Nose Or Chin Looks. It Is My Feeling That Readers Will Prefer To Construct, Little By Little, Their Own Character—the Author Will Do Well To Entrust The Reader With This Part Of The Work.