Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

The Only Thing You Must Never Speak Of Is Your Happiness.

Words And Images Run Riot In My Head, Pursuing, Flying, Clashing, Merging, Endlessly. But Beyond This Tumult There Is A Great Calm, And A Great Indifference, Never Really To Be Troubled By Anything Again.

How Time Flies When One Has Fun!

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.