I think my writing is antique, of the past, not of modern tongue. The imagery is baroque, full of metaphors and similes. It's my way, and I couldn't do it any other way.
One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we've developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God they believe in nothing. The truth is much worse: they believe in anything.
