As my cat would say, all hours are good for sleeping.
The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless we escape from ourselves you mean, No, that's not the same thing.
A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.
I am a person with leftist convictions, and always have been.