Any Woman Who Counts On Her Face

Work On A Computer That Is Disconnected From The ­internet.

I Know To Argue Against Our Online Lives Seems Like The Argument Of The Grumpy, Old Luddite Novelist, But I Really Always Try To Make The Argument From The Perspective Of Personal Pleasure.

Today, Writing Seems To Me Like An Incredible Luxury, Almost A Perversity, Something Which Hardly Exists In The World Anymore, Where You Get To See The Fruits Of Your Actions In A Daily Way.

'a Reality Shaped Around Your Own Desires' - There Is Something Sociopathic In That Ambition.

Time Is How You Spend Your Love.