Occupation: Novelist Birth: November 28, 1907 Death: September 26, 1990
A writer survives in spite of his beliefs..
And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating..
Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt..
You can't think on purpose about somebody or something. Either you think about them naturally or you don't think at all..