The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.

To Write Is To Descend, To Excavate, To Go Underground.

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth

The Man Who Was Once Starved May Revenge Himself Upon The World Not By Stealing Just Once, Or By Stealing Only What He Needs, But By Taking From The World An Endless Toll In Payment Of Something Irreplaceable, Which Is The Lost Faith.

Guilt Is The One Burden Human Beings Can't Bear Alone.

At First She Beckoned And Lured One Into Her World; Then, She Blurred The Passageways, Confused All The Images, As If To Elude Detection.