What can I tell you, except the stupid little I know?
What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.
The order I found was the order of disorder
This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.
The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.
What a people talk about means something. What they don't talk about means something.