My Guiding Principle Is This: Guilt Is

We Photograph Things In Order To Drive Them Out Of Our Minds. My Stories Are A Way Of Shutting My Eyes.

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into The Cold Abyss Of Oneself.

There Is An Infinite Amount Of Hope In The Universe ... But Not For Us.

The True Way Goes Over A Rope Which Is Not Stretched At Any Great Height But Just Above The Ground. It Seems More Designed To Make People Stumble Than To Be Walked Upon.