Solitude scares me. It makes me think about love, death, and war. I need distraction from anxious, black thoughts.

I never do anything by chance.

It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.

I say what I think and I think what I say.

Was it me that Botticelli imagined?

A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you.

My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.