I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection, who have really grappled with their existence.
Why does nothing change, even when you set out for a faraway place?
There are only two ways to be a god: through creation or murder.
Dont be a fish; be a frog. Swim in the water and jump when you hit ground.
And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.
A novel, basically, is writing one sentence — then, without violating the scope of the first one, writing the next sentence.