All my works are chapters from my most personal experience,
but nevertheless they are not “the story of my life.”
The things that happened to me in my life have
already happened, they are already formed, and time has kneaded
them and given them shape and contours with crystal-like symmetries.
Recording things as they happened means enslaving oneself to memory,
which is only a minor element in the creative process.
To my mind, to create means to order, sort out
and choose the words and pace that fit the work.
Materials from one’s earthly journey ultimately forge an independent creature.
Paraphrases from the novel Operation Shylock: A Confession by Philip Roth.