Confession Ran In The Family.

I Just Enjoy Translating, It's Like Opening One's Mouth And Hearing Someone Else's Voice Emerge.

All Artists Dream Of A Silence Which They Must Enter, As Some Creatures Return To The Sea To Spawn.

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.