When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.

When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

Anything in literature, including memory, is second-hand.

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".

Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.