Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.

Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.

I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

People can only be found in what they do.