I Have Difficulty Orienting Myself In Space,

He Slipped Away Slowly, Withdrawing From This World By Small, Imperceptible Degrees, And In The End It Was As If He Were A Drop Of Water Evaporating In The Sun, Shrinking And Shrinking Until At Last He Wasn’t There Anymore.

What Better Portrait Of A Writer Than To Show A Man Who Has Been Bewitched By Books?

Fiction Creating Reality.

How Can You Think About The World Without Factoring In The Unforseen, The Fluke Event?

Most People Are Participating In The Grand Adventure Of Living With One Another.