Making A Living Is Nothing;

Now, My Novel Begins. No, Now I Begin My Novel—and Yet I Cannot Decide Whether To Call Myself I Or She.

Self-love Is An Idolatry. Self-hatred Is A Tragedy.

The Greatest Gift Is A Passion For Reading.

Biographers, The Quick In Pursuit Of The Dead, Research, Organize, Fill In, Contradict, And Make In This Way A Sort Of Completed Picture Puzzle With All The Scramble Turned Into A Blue Eye And The Parts Of The Right Leg Fitted Together.

Gossip, Or, As We Gossips Like To Say, Character Analysis.