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Perhaps We Are In This World To Search For Love, Find It And Lose It, Again And Again. With Each Love, We Are Born Anew, And With Each Love That Ends We Collect A New Wound. I Am Covered With Proud Scars.

Photographs Deceive Time, Freezing It On A Piece Of Cardboard Where The Soul Is Silent.

I Was A Very Bad Journalist. Awful. I Would Just Invent Everything. If I Did An Interview, I Had A Preconception Of What That Person Should Say And I Would Put My Words In His Mouth.

All Stories Interest Me, And Some Haunt Me Until I End Up Writing Them.

We All Have An Unsuspected Reserve Of Strength Inside That Emerges When Life Puts Us To The Test.