If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.
We need time to lose interest in things.
Isn't death the boundary we need?
The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements.
I am not comfortable with abstract writing, stories that look like essays: you have to see, I need to see.
Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.
You need to know things the others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.