Belief And Delusion Are Incestuous Siblings.

If You Can't Go Home, There Is Nowhere To Go, And Nowhere Is The Biggest Place In The World-indeed, Nowhere Is The World.

Because Sometimes You Have No Control Over Life And It Keeps You Far Away From Who You Love.

My Country's Main Exports Are Stolen Cars And Sadness.

I Like To Blur The Line Between Fact And Fiction, But Not To Condescend To The Reader By Enmeshing Her/him Into Some Sort Of A Postmodern Coop.

In Some Way There Is No Real Life. It's Always The Story Of Your Life That You're Living.