As Long As I Was Alive, I

Silence. How Long It Lasted, I Couldn't Tell. It Might Have Been Five Seconds, It Might Have Been A Minute. Time Wasn't Fixed. It Wavered, Stretched, Shrank. Or Was It Me That Wavered, Stretched, And Shrank In The Silence? I Was Warped In The Folds Of Time, Like A Reflection In A Fun House Mirror.

No Matter How Far You Travel, You Can Never Get Away From Yourself.

Sometimes It's Not The People Who Change, It's The Mask That Falls Off.

I Could Have Been A Cult Writer If I'd Kept Writing Surrealistic Novels. But I Wanted To Break Into The Mainstream, So I Had To Prove That I Could Write A Realistic Book.

Once You Let Yourself Grow Close To Someone, Cutting The Ties Could Be Painful.