Vice Is Basically The Love Of Failure.

Art And Order, The Relatives That Refuse To Relate.

Every Day, A Piece Of Music, A Short Story, Or A Poem Dies Because Its Existence Is No Longer Justified In Our Time. And Things That Were Once Considered Immortal Have Become Mortal Again, No One Knows Them Anymore. Even Though They Deserve To Survive.

As Is Said About Most Writers: On The One Hand All I Ever Did From When I Was A Child Was Read, And I Was A Loner, Which Was Furthered By My Parents And My Upbringing.

My Plays Are Made Up Of Long Monologues, Which Is Similar To Prose Working With The Language

I Think Isolation Is One Of The Greatest Problems, An Ever-growing Obstacle To Political Solidarity.