When One Is Writing A Novel In

We Are All Ghosts Of Yesterday, And The Phantom Of Tomorrow Awaits Us Alike In Sunshine Or In Shadow, Dimly Perceived At Times, Never Entirely Lost.

All Autobiography Is Self-indulgent.

People Who Travel Are Always Fugitives.

How Simple Life Becomes When Things Like Mirrors Are Forgotten.

I Could Not Ask Forgiveness For Something I Had Not Done. As Scapegoat, I Could Only Bear The Fault.