I Became Paralyzed As An Artist With

I Write Because Something Inner And Unconscious Forces Me To. That Is The First Compulsion. The Second Is One Of Ethical And Moral Duty. I Feel Responsible To Tell Stories That Inspire Readers To Consider More Deeply Who They Are.

You Should Learn To Say Nothing That Will Cause You Regret. You Should Not Say What Is Not In Your Heart - Or What Is Only In Your Heart For A Moment. But You Know This - Silence Is Better.

Accident Ruled Every Corner Of The Universe Except The Chambers Of The Human Heart.

What Some People Interpret As Brooding Melancholy Is Serenity. I Don't Feel Required To Grasp All The Time.

That The World Was Silent And Cold And Bare And That In This Lay Its Terrible Beauty