Turning One's Novel Into A

There Is Only One School Of Literature - That Of Talent.

Caress The Detail, The Divine Detail.

While A Few Pertinent Points Have To Be Marked, The General Impression I Desire To Convey Is Of A Side Door Crashing Open In Life's Full Flight, And A Rush Of Roaring Black Time Drowning With Its Whipping Wind The Cry Of Lone Disaster.

His Wings Were Failing, But He Refused To Fall Without A Struggle.

I Always Call Him Lewis Carroll Carroll, Because He Was The First Humbert Humbert.