“ In an era where Existence is incontestable, Truth is subjective, and Reality is perceived, fiction must mediate between the three. Henry Martin
“ Time plays no role in the life of one man—the subtle consciousness of it floating past me is more than enough. Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds—what does it matter? Floating by, it rubs ag… Henry Martin
“ I would like to believe and give in to my naiveté, I would like to embrace the fact that I am back in the place where the long fingers of civilization cannot reach me and rip my heart out. At this mom… Henry Martin
“ We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too. Henry Martin
