We Can Escape From Everything,

We Use Words To Understand Each Other And Even, Sometimes, To Find Each Other.

One Can Show No Greater Respect Than To Weep For A Stranger.

Death ... Doesn't Take Her Eyes Off Us For A Minute, So Much So That Even Those Who Are Not Yet Due To Die Feel Her Gaze Pursuing Them Constantly.

Lord Knows Why They Depict Death With Wings When Death Is Everywhere.

In The End, I Am Quite Normal. I Don't Have Odd Habits. I Don't Dramatize. Above All, I Do Not Romanticize The Act Of Writing. I Don't Talk About The Anguish I Suffer In Creating. I Do Not Have A Fear Of The Blank Page, Writer's Block, All Those Things That We Hear About Writers.