It is all falling indelibly into the past.

To be a tourist is to escape accountability. Errors and failings don't cling to you the way they do back home. You're able to drift across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound thought. Tourism is the march of stupidity.

Your brain has a trillion neurons and every neuron has ten thousand little dendrites. The system of inter-communication is awe-inspiring.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.

Certainly I've never tried to imagine what the future will hold. It's a hopeless endeavor to try to do such a thing.

I've never made an outline for any novel that I've written. Never.