The magic question is, 'What for?' But art is not for anything. Art is the ultimate goal.

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.

The artistic desire reveals itself in dark form - in karaoke bars [or] trolling on the Internet.

There are only two ways to be a god: through creation or murder.

And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.

The magic question is, 'What for?' But art is not for anything. Art is the ultimate goal.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.