I Don't Mourn The Loss Of My

Never Having Discovered Qualities In Myself Which Could Attract Someone Else, I Could Never Believe That Anyone Felt Attracted To Me.

Nobody Appropriates Novelties As Readily As The Portuguese.

I Never Go To Where's A Risk. I'm Frightened Of Dangers Down To Boredom.

I Am The Outskirts Of Some Non-existent Town, The Long-winded Prologue To An Unwritten Book. I'm Nobody, Nobody. I Don't Know How To Feel Or Think Or Love. I'm A Character In A Novel As Yet Unwritten, Hovering In The Air And Undone Before I've Even Existed, Amongst The Dreams Of Someone Who Never Quite Managed To Breath Life Into Me.

God Wills, Man Dreams, The Work Is Born.