Words That Come From The Heart Are

The Virtue Of Maps, They Show What Can Be Done With Limited Space, They Foresee That Everything Can Happen Therein.

Yet Human Experience And The Practice Of Communication Have Shown Throughout The Ages That Definitions Are An Illusion, Like Having A Speech Defect And Trying To Say Love But Unable To Get The Word Out, Or, Better, Having A Tongue In One's Head But Unable To Feel Love.

People Might Ask Me, What Do You Propose Instead? I Propose Nothing. I Am A Mere Novelist, I Just Write About The World As I See It. It Is Not My Job To Transform It. I Cannot Transform It All By Myself, And I Wouldn't Even Know How To. I Limit Myself To Saying What I Believe The World To Be.

Doubt Is The Privilege Of Those Who Have Lived A Long Time

Creating Is Always So Much More Stimulating Than Destroying.