“ It was a light which gave solidity to everything and drew colour out from the heart of objects. ”
Non-fiction can distort, facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies.
~ V.s. Naipaul
The tragedy of power like mine is that there is no way down. There can only be extinction. Dust to dust rags to rags fear to fear.
I liked to feel I had to do things perfectly; I felt I was earning my freedom. Though I was in hiding, and though I worked every day until midnight, I felt I was much more in charge of myself than I had ever been.
It is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That's where the mischief starts. That's where everything starts unravelling...
