What The World Needs Is

I Think History Is Collective Memories. In Writing, I'm Using My Own Memory, And I'm Using My Collective Memory.

There's No Such Thing As Perfect Writing, Just Like There's No Such Thing As Perfect Despair.

Once She Was Out Of The Car And Gone, My World Was Suddenly Hollow And Meaningless.

What I Think Is This: You Should Give Up Looking For Lost Cats And Start Searching For The Other Half Of Your Shadow.

This Is No Honky-tonk Parade. 1q84 Is The Real World, Where A Cut Draws Real Blood, Where Pain Is Real Pain And Fear Is Real Fear. The Moon In The Sky Is No Paper Moon.