I Long For Solitude And Yet I

Mediocrity Is More Dangerous In A Critic Than In A Writer.

It's When I Am Fully Conscious That I Ask Questions.

I Just Can't Get Used To Life.

A Person Who Has Not Completely Lost The Memory Of Paradise, Even Though It Is A Faint One, Will Suffer Endlessly. He Will Feel The Call Of The Essential World, Will Hear The Voice That Comes From So Far Away That One Cannot Find Out Where It Comes From, A Voice That Cannot Guide Him.

I Am Not Capitulating.