Everyone Fears And Courts His Own Demon.

I Was Once In Love With Books. Now They Go Their Way And I Go Mine.

In An Aphorism, Aptness Counts For More Than Truth.

Passion Impels Our Deeds; Ideology Supplies The Explanations.

My Parents Wanted Me To Solace Them For Sorrows They Denied Having Had.

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.