And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

Chance encounters are what keep us going.

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.

I don't think of myself as an artist. I'm just a guy who can write.

I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.