To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn't dwell on homesickness.