I Am Not My Own Friend.time Cuts

Consciousness Even In My Sleep Changes Primary Colors. The Features Of My Face Melt Like A Wax Doll In The Fire. And Who Can Consent To See In The Mirror The Mere Face Of Man?

When A Writer Is Born Into A Family, The Family Is Finished.

It Is Impossible To Communicate To People Who Have Not Experienced It The Undefinable Menace Of Total Rationalism.

Do You Know How It Is When One Wakes At Night Suddenly And Asks, Listening To The Pounding Heart: What More Do You Want, Insatiable?

The Voice Of Passion Is Better Than The Voice Of Reason. The Passionless Cannot Change History.