I Wanted To Remember In Order To

Societies In Decline Have No Use For Visionaries.

I Have No Brakes On...analysis Is For Those Who Are Paralyzed By Life.

I Walked Into My Own Book, Seeking Peace. It Was Night, And I Made A Careless Movement Inside The Dream; I Turned Too Brusquely The Corner And I Bruised Myself Against My Madness.

Each Friend Represents A World In Us, A World Not Born Until They Arrive, And It Is Only By This Meeting That A New World Is Born.

Your Eyes Make Me Shy