They Could Read Him, They

Probably All Of Us, Writers And Readers Alike, Set Out Into Exile, Or At Least Into A Certain Kind Of Exile, When We Leave Childhood Behind...the Immigrant, The Nomad, The Traveler, The Sleepwalker All Exist, But Not The Exile, Since Every Writer Becomes An Exile Simply By Venturing Into Literature, And Every Reader Becomes An Exile Simply By Opening A Book.

Every Book In The World Is Out There Waiting To Be Read By Me.

We're Artists Too, But We Do A Good Job Hiding It, Don't We?

One Should Read Borges More.

The Sky, At Sunset, Looked Like A Carnivorous Flower.