A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

I never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.

Everything just blows me away.

I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run.

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples, some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.

Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.

My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.