Every Man Who Deserves To Be Famous

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

Everything Around Me Is Evaporating. My Whole Life, My Memories, My Imagination And Its Contents, My Personality - It's All Evaporating. I Continuously Feel That I Was Someone Else, That I Felt Something Else, That I Thought Something Else. What I'm Attending Here Is A Show With Another Set. And The Show I'm Attending Is Myself.

Ser Compreendido é Prostituir-se.

Pg.9 "in My Heart There's A Peaceful Anguish, And My Calm Is Made Of Resignation.

On The Road Halfway Between Faith And Criticism Stands The Inn Of Reason. Reason Is Faith In What Can Be Understood Without Faith, But It's Still A Faith, Since To Understand Presupposes That There's Something Understandable.