My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street — what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!
That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

“Like the sound of a velvet curtain being drawn aside on a peaceful morning to l…”

“People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict …”

“Novelists are a special breed. They cannot genuinely trust anything they have n…”

“And it came to me then. That we were wonderful travelling companions, but in th…”