As Long As People Will

In The Half Darkness I Winked To My Other Self, My Mad Dictator, And Congratulated Him On His Droll Victory. I Closed My Eyes And Felt The Warmth Flowing From Shosha's Head To My Face. What Did I Have To Lose? Nothing More Than What Everyone Loses Anyway.

A Story To Me Must Have Some Surprise...i Must Have A Passion To Write The Story.

From Borrowing One Gets Poorer And From Work One Gets Richer.

Sometimes You Have The Feeling That Some Little Imp Is Standing Behind You And Dictating To You, But He Gives It To You Slowly, Drop By Drop.

Actually, The True Story Of A Person's Life Can Never Be Written. It Is Beyond The Power Of Literature. The Full Tale Of Any Life Would Be Both Utterly Boring And Utterly Unbelievable.