What we fear we often rage against.
Wonderful ... I was up all night reading it, laughing and crying out in horror.
If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal.
I would rather be dead than not read
Change itself is what fascinates me. I am drawn, as a moth to the flame, by edge situations, by situations of metamorphosis.
In a rough way the short story writer is to the novelist as a cabinetmaker is to a house carpenter.