The best way to predict the future is to create it.

I have to say to myself that some birds aren't very close. Their feathers are just too bright. When they fly away, you know it's a sin to lock them up, and you'll be inspired by them. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I think I really miss my friends.

The stories I’m writing now are more and more about memory, about the past, and about how we reconstruct the past.