I Carry The Bars Within Me.

God Gives The Nuts, But He Does Not Crack Them.

There Was Once A Community Of Scoundrels, That Is To Say, They Were Not Scoundrels, But Ordinary People.

Nothing Is As Deceptive As A Photograph.

The Whole Visible World Is Perhaps Nothing Other Than A Motivation Of Man's Wish To Rest For A Moment An Attempt To Falsify The Fact Of Knowledge, To Try To Turn The Knowledge Into The Goal.

Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into The Cold Abyss Of Oneself.