There may be writing groups where people meet but it's occasional. You really do it all at your own computer or your own typewriter by yourself.

God, why didn't you make us all dogs?

What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?

All the stories I have told you are finally as useless as all ancient knowledge is to man and to us. Its images and its poetry can be beautiful; it can make us shiver with the recognition of things we have always suspected or felt. It can draw us back to times when the earth was new to man, and wondrous. But always we come back to the way the earth is now.

One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

I'm definitely more influenced by European writers than I am by American writers, there's no doubt about that.