All Pain Is The Same. Only The

I'm Always Most Interested In Writing About Things That I Don't Understand.

I Know That The Writers I Read And Admire All Have An Influence On My Work, But Trying To Determine To What Degree Any Particular Piece Of Input Changes The Way I Think About Writing Seems Counterproductive.

The War Came To Me In My Dreams And Showed Me Its Sole Purpose: To Go On, Only To Go On.

To Understand The World, One’s Place In It, Is To Be Always At The Risk Of Drowning.

All Choices Are Illusions, Or If They Are Not Illusions Their Strength Is Illusory, For One Choice Must Contend With The Choices Of All The Other Men And Women Deciding Anything In That Moment.