Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.