"Mother Nature blots out everything, and leaves only empty spaces in our past where pain once raged and jealousy tore through our souls. If we survive how it
felt, what it tasted like. Few among us are brave enough for folly like that.
Only artists, in fact, seem able to touch those memories, bringing evidence
that indeed there does exist what my dictionary describes as a “mood” of
jealousy."
"Yarattığı insanları ödüllendiren ve cezalandıran ya da tıpkı biz bilinçli varlıklarınkine benzer bir iradeye sahip bir tanrı fikrini idrak edemiyorum."