"...I live and breathe my city - its fogs, howler monkeys, the ocean, hills, sand dunes, the thoughtfulness of San Francisco, on whose soil I walk in the mornings and evenings - the city of my meetings and partings, where my home is , books and a phonograph. Yes, I love this city, and its unpleasantness is dear to my heart. My truth is that I am not a writer at all and I don’t want to be a writer. I don’t need to try. about what hurts. And I never use a dictionary, I never invent anything. All the prose of the world is still outside of books and outside of language, and all I can do is walk around the city and look around..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan.