Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.

And What Movies We Saw! All The Actors And Actresses Whose Photographs I Collected, With Their Look Of Eternity! Their Radiance, Their Eyes, Their Faces, Their Voices, The Suavity Of Their Movements! Their Clothes! Even In Prison Movies, The Stars Shone In Their Prison Clothes As If Tailors Had Accompanied Them In Their Downfall.

A Good Novel Begins With A Small Question And Ends With A Bigger One.

In My Early Twenties, That's When I Really Began To Write. Before That, I Was Too Busy Working, Keeping Myself Going.