Auge / Eye Durchdringen / Penetrating Flucht / Escape Habsucht / Avarice Wenige / Few
Follow me if I advance, kill me if I retreat, avenge me if I die.
Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.
For me, writing is such an escape, and I felt very lucky to have this to run away to.
Death was like love, a romantic escape.
I love traveling; it's, like, my perfect escape.
Each new situation requires a new architecture.
We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.
I like pens. My writing is so amazing there's never a need to erase.
I've never made a movie to make money. I've never made a painting to make money.
