A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.

purification in fire. public cremation

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.

history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it before it kills you, but he was wrong. you killed it by accident. thinking you were doing something else. shattering, when all you wanted to do was keep it safe.

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an atomic bomb. You know the ones: Was, did, had, made, went, looked... One-size-fits-all looks like crap on anyone. Sew yourself a custom made suit. Pick a better verb. Challenge all those verbs to really lift some weight for you.