Oh, My Lolita, I Have Only Words

My Principal Failing As A Writer Is The Lack Of Spontaneity; The Nuisance Of Parallel Thoughts, Second Thoughts, Third Thoughts; Inability To Express Myself Properly In Any Language Unless I Compose Every Damned Sentence In My Bath, In My Mind, At My Desk.

It's A Pity One Can't Imagine What One Can't Compare To Anything. Genius Is An African Who Dreams Up Snow.

Resemblances Are The Shadows Of Differences. Different People See Different Similarities And Similar Differences.

Do What Only A True Artist Can Do ... Pounce Upon The Forgotten Butterfly Of Revelation

I Confess, I Do Not Believe In Time.