When You Are Old And Realize That

Sleep Is A Skilled Magician, It Changes The Proportions Of Things, The Distances Between Them, It Separates People And They're Lying Next To Each Other, Brings Them Together And They Can Barely See One Another.

A Tree Weeps When Cut Down, A Dog Howls When Beaten, But A Man Matures When Offended.

For Me, Writing Is A Job. I Do Not Separate The Work From The Act Of Writing Like Two Things That Have Nothing To Do With Each Other. I Arrange Words One After Another, Or One In Front Of Another, To Tell A Story, To Say Something That I Consider Important Or Useful, Or At Least Important Or Useful To Me. It Is Nothing More Than This.

A Journey Never Ends. Only The Travellers End.

Ah, In Every Age There Is Always Some New Wonder To Astound Mankind Until They Grow Accustomed To It And Lose Interest.