Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled 'file and forget.'

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.

The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.

The truth is the light and the light is the truth.

Power, for the writer....lies in his ability to reveal if only a little bit more about the complexity of humanity.

If social protest is antithetical to art, what then shall we make of Goya, Dickens, and Twain?

All novels are about certain minorities: the individual is a minority.