A Child. . . Opens And Closes

It Is Always The Enemy Who Started It, Even If He Was Not The First To Speak Out, He Was Certainly Planning It; And If He Was Not Actually Planning It, He Was Thinking Of It; And, If He Was Not Thinking Of It, He Would Have Thought Of It.

Travelling, One Accepts Everything; Indignation Stays At Home. One Looks, One Listens, One Is Roused To Enthusiasm By The Most Dreadful Things Because They Are New. Good Travellers Are Heartless.

It Doesn't Matter How New An Idea Is: What Matters Is How New It Becomes.

I Want To Keep Smashing Myself Until I Am Whole.

Everything One Records Contains A Grain Of Hope, No Matter How Deeply It May Come From Despair.