Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear reade >>
The person who is master of their passions is reason's slave. >>
Youth is a period of missed opportunities. >>
The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely >>
Yes, it's hard to write, but it's harder not to. >>
I am always interested in why young people become writers, and from ta >>
When writers meet they are truculent, indifferent, or over-polite. Then comes the inevitable moment. A shows B that he has read something of B s. Will B show A? If not, then A hates B, if yes, then all is well. The only other way for writers to meet is to share a quick pee over a common lamp-post.