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The Stories I Create Are Never As Awful As Reality.

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.

What Annoys A Person Who Suicides? The Life Itself. Boredom. Tiredness That Descends On Every Morning When You Look At Yourself At The Mirror.

I Do Not Understand How On Earth You Can Become A Writer Without Seeing The World.

I Am Fascinated By All The New Technology That Creates Places For Us To Meet In What Is Called Cyberspace. I Understand What It Must Have Meant For The Rebellions In The 19th Century, Especially In 1830 And 1848, When The Mass Circulated Newspaper Became So Important For The Spreading Of Information.