I Suppose Books Mean More Than People

Often I Think Writing Is A Sheer Paring Away Of Oneself Leaving Always Something Thinner, Barer, More Meagre.

Sometimes It Is Harder To Deprive Oneself Of A Pain Than Of A Pleasure.

The Strongest Guard Is Placed At The Gateway To Nothing. Maybe Because The Condition Of Emptiness Is Too Shameful To Be Divulged.

I Want To Die Violently Instead Of Fading Out Sentimentally.

I Carry The Place Around The World In My Heart But Sometimes I Try To Shake It Off In My Dreams