When you stop inventing reality then you see things as they really are.

I know that human beings are capable of anything.

The fact of storytelling hints at a fundamental human unease, hints at human imperfection. Where there is perfection there is no story to tell.

We have fallen into this very mean description of humanity. Naturalism in fiction is too reductive in its definition of human beings.

An inner darkness is darker than an outer darkness.

In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry.

When you stop inventing reality then you see things as they really are.