I Have Known Uncertainty: A

A Book Is A Physical Object In A World Of Physical Objects. It Is A Set Of Dead Symbols. And Then The Right Reader Comes Along, And The Words—or Rather The Poetry Behind The Words, For The Words Themselves Are Mere Symbols—spring To Life, And We Have A Resurrection Of The Word.

Unlike The Novel, A Short Story May Be, For All Purposes, Essential.

Besides, Rereading, Not Reading, Is What Counts.

Art Is Endless Like A River Flowing, Passing, Yet Remaining.

I Have Committed The Worst Of Sins One Can Commit... I Have Not Been Happy.