“Like all of my fictions, Sinner is a mirror. Look into it and you will find yourself. What you do with what you see is your choice.”

“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”

“If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.”

“But I never looked like that!’ - How do you know? What is the ‘you’ you might or might not look like? Where do you find it - by which morphological or expressive calibration? Where is your authentic body? You are the only one who can never see yourself except as an image; you never see your eyes unless they are dulled by the gaze they rest upon the mirror or the lens (I am interested in seeing my eyes only when they look at you): even and especially for your own body, you are condemned to the repertoire of its images.”

“You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. find yourself a mirror while I continue.”

“When you look in the mirror what do you see?”