I Long For Solitude And Yet I

People Always Try To Find Base Motives Behind Every Good Action. We Are Afraid Of Pure Goodness And Of Pure Evil.

There Are More Dead People Than Living. And Their Numbers Are Increasing. The Living Are Getting Rarer.

Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are No Longer Astonishing.

Language Should Almost Break Up Or Explode In Its Fruitless Effort To Contain So Many Meanings.

Why Was I Born, If It Wasn't Forever?