Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths

When all else fails, philosophize.

I am not the we of anyone

There seemed nothing to do but live.

As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies,as a form of abstract thought. I dont wish to deny the uses of the intellect,but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.

No, Paul, I couldn't care less if you tell me made-up stories. Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths.' (Said to Paul by Elizabeth Costello, the interloping novelist-angel-inner voice).

Perhaps; but I am a difficult person to live with. My difficulty consists in not wanting to live with other people.