I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.

You Create Identity, You're Not Given Identity Per Se. What Became More And More Interesting To Me Wasn't The I, It Was Text Because It's Text That Create Identity. That's How I Got Interested In Plagiarism.

I Understand That When People Read My Books That There's Something There - But I Don't Identify With It.

'cause Humans, Above All, Fear Intelligence. How Humans, Scared Out Of Their Minds, Gather Whatever Intelligence They Can Put Their Hands On And Put It All In A Central Penitentiary Named Facts.

Even A Woman Who Has The Soul Of A Pirate, At Least Pirate Morals, Even A Woman Who Prefer Loneliness To The Bickerings And Constraints Of Heterosexual Marriage, Even Such A Woman Who Is A Freak In Our Society Needs A Home... The Only Characteristic Freaks Share Is Our Knowledge That We Don't Fit In.