The Problem Of Pretending To Be Alive.

Thrillers Are Like Life, More Like Life Than You Are.

There Is A Point Of No Return, Unremarked At The Time, In Most Lives.

It Is Impossible To Go Through Life Without Trust: That Is To Be Imprisoned In The Worst Cell Of All, Oneself.

Sweet Are The Thoughts That Savor Of Content: The Quiet Mind Is Richer Than A Crown.

Self-expression Is A Hard And Selfish Thing. It Eats Everything, Even The Self. At The End You Find You Haven't Even Got A Self To Express.