Occupation: Novelist Birth: June 29, 1951
Freedom: both so priceless and so expensive..
Love is not feeling, child, nor even the passion of lovers, which always seeks only its own gratification. It is the act of caring, of giving, the ac….
You write your first novel with the desperation of the damned. You're afraid that you'll never write anything else, ever again..
The love between a writer and a reader is never celebrated..
You can say anything, anything, if it is beautifully said..