For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.

Good Music Is Very Close To Primitive Language.

From Fanaticism To Barbarism Is Only One Step.

What Is A Monster? A Being Whose Survival Is Incompatible With The Existing Order.

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.