A Man Can't Be Angry At His

But How Do I Get To Having To Write A Book?... It Was A Mother Who Bore Me, Not An Inkwell!

Each Person Is A Graveyard Of His Thoughts. They Are Most Beautiful For Us In The Moment Of Their Birth; Later We Can Often Sense A Deep Pain That They Leave Us Indifferent Where Earlier They Enchanted Us.

You Proclaim That One Should Die For The Highest Virtues, Because You Take It For Granted That Nobody's Been Living For Them, Not Even For A Single Hour.

Time, Which Runs Through The World Like An Endless Tinsel Thread, Seemed To Pass Through The Centre Of This Room And Through The Centre Of These People And Suddenly To Pause And Petrify, Stiff, Still And Glittering... And The Objects In The Room Drew A Little Closer Together.

The Difference Between A Healthy Person And One Who Is Mentally Ill Is The Fact That The Healthy One Has All The Mentall Illnesses, And The Mentally Ill Person Has Only One.