I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.
Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.
I have always preferred maps to books. They don't answer you back.
Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.