There was a time when I began to doubt man's sanity how could he live without knowing for sure what dawn what death what doom awaited consciousness beyond the tomb?
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me.
Solitude is the playfield of Satan. - Pale Fire, 1962.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. - Strong Opinions.