He's Not Human; He's An

All Novelists Should Live In Two Different Worlds: A Real One And An Unreal One.

Between Skin And Skin, There Is Only Light.

Forgetting’s Not Something You Do, It Happens To You. Only It Didn’t Happen To Me.

I Have A Strange Illusion Quite Often. I Think I've Become Deaf. I Have To Make A Little Noise To Prove I'm Not. I Clear My Throat To Show Myself That Everything Is Normal. It's Like The Little Japanese Girl They Found In The Ruins Of Hiroshima. Everything Dead; And She Was Singing To Her Doll.

Alive. Alive In The Way That Death Is Alive.