The Stories I Create Are

Every Secret We Confide In Another Person Can Be A Burden To Them

The Stories I Create Are Never As Awful As Reality.

I Can Still Remember. I Was Ill, And I Was Seven, And My Father Didn't Want Me To Just Read Children's Books. He Came With Conan Doyle. I Tried, And I Liked It. I Think The First I Read Was 'the Sign Of The Four'; 'study In Scarlet' Was The Next One. Then I Guess I Stayed Home A Few Extra Days From School To Read.

It Was A Clear, Starry Night, Dead Calm. Whenever I See A Sky Like That, I Wish I Could Write Music

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.