I Am Curious About Grownups, Not Children.

Lovers Are Not Snails; They Don't Have To Protrude From Their Shells And Meet Each Other Halfway. Meet Me Within Your Own Self.

Take A Look At The Books Other People Have In Their Homes.

[nabokov's] Language Is Made Visible . . . Like A Veil Or Transparent Curtain. You Cannot Help Seeing The Curtain As You Peek Into The Intimate Rooms Behind.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

It Seems That What I Really Want Is A Drug That Will Increase My Consciousness Of Others, Not Myself.