I actually went into writing first to supplement my income, which was a strange thing to do and actually failed.

I've been labelled many times - a criminal, an anarchist, a rebel, sometimes human garbage, but never a philosopher, which is a pity because that's what I am. I chose a life apart from the common flow, not only because the common flow makes me sick but because I question the logic of the flow, and not only that - I don't know if the flow exists! Why should I chain myself to the wheel when the wheel itself might be a construct, an invention, a common dream to enslave us?

I actually went into writing first to supplement my income, which was a strange thing to do and actually failed.

Don't be afraid to have nothing.

My writing goal is just this desperation to get as much done as possible. It's never a comfortable, relaxed thing. Especially because I know so much of the story that I want to tell and I feel so far away from the end. Actually feels a hundred years away, and every hour I'm not working is another hour away from finishing.

I enjoy being influenced by other writers.

I was so happy I wanted to fold all the people into paper airplanes and fly them into the lidless eye of that big yellow moon.