The light in meonly wants toreach the darkness in you.

To write you into poems, and make you unerasable.

She is the light, at the end of this endless tunnel.

No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.

You burn like a candleinside my soul, showing me a waythrough this darkness.

Amidst a crowd of strangers, I still remain unknownto myself.

Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.

What I am interested in, what I write and care about, exists in the slow lane, somewhere between hand-ploughed fields and a pint of real ale.

That’s what games are, in the end. Teachers. Fun is just another word for learning.

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I would love to stay alone when I'm creating.

I'm not really wise. But I can be cranky.

I live in a high rise with my family part of the year in New York and I don't know three quarters of the people in the building. We live in the same square-footage and I wouldn't know who they were.

I don't really work out. I eat a lot of sweets. I have chocolate all over my house.

We have to grasp not only the Know-How but also 'Know Why', if we want to master the Toyota Production System.

I like my voice, but I can't deliver as much as I wish I could.