I Am Losing My Soviet Citizenship, I

In The End, Like The Almighty Himself, We Make Everything In Our Image, For Want Of A More Reliable Model; Our Artifacts Tell More About Ourselves Than Our Confessions.

If I Can Get Somewhere, I'm All Right. If Not, I'm Miserable.

Every Writing Career Starts As A Personal Quest For Sainthood, For Self-betterment. Sooner Or Later, And As A Rule Quite Soon, A Man Discovers That His Pen Accomplishes A Lot More Than His Soul.

Perhaps Art Is Simply An Organism's Reaction Against Its Retentive Limitations.

I Got Caught Up In The Proletariat The Way Marx Describes It.