You're Not Cross With Me,

Martyrs Do Not Underrate The Body, They Allow It To Be Elevated On The Cross. In This They Are At One With Their Antagonists.

He Was A Tool Of The Boss, Without Brains Or Backbone.

Nothing Is As Deceptive As A Photograph.

Each Of Us Has His Own Way Of Emerging From The Underworld, Mine Is By Writing. That's Why The Only Way I Can Keep Going, If At All, Is By Writing, Not Through Rest And Sleep. I Am Far More Likely To Achieve Peace Of Mind Through Writing Than The Capacity To Write Through Peace.

Even The Merest Gesture Is Holy If It Is Filled With Faith.