Madness. I did not get myself born to die. I have better things to do.

I like films, or some films, and would be intrigued to see my work on screen.

We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

I think of myself as a storyteller, and that is it.