We're all entitled to our superstitions.
I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.
No matter how grave the secret, how imperative absolute silence, someone would always feel the urge to confess, and an unleashed secret is a terrible force.
I do no writing while I'm in Belgrade visiting my grandma.
I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.
death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is