None of us are what we once were.

somethings can only be seen in the shadows

Are you not tempted to create a story for which men and women would live and die, for which they would be capable of killing and allowing them to be killed, of sacrificing and condemning themselves, of handling over their souls?

Every labyrinth has its minotaur

We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, very few people are remotely interested or aware of their own recent history, much less their neighbors'. I tend to think we are what we remember, what we know. The less we remember, the less we know about ourselves, the less we are. (Interview with Three Monkeys Online, October 2008)

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

None of us are what we once were.