In The End There Is No Desire

Writing Is A Form Of Therapy; Sometimes I Wonder How All Those Who Do Not Write, Compose Or Paint Can Manage To Escape The Madness, Melancholia, The Panic And Fear Which Is Inherent In A Human Situation.

Sooner Or Later... One Has To Take Sides. If One Is To Remain Human.

When We Are Not Sure, We Are Alive.

Innocence Always Calls Mutely For Protection When We Would Be So Much Wiser To Guard Ourselves Against It: Innocence Is Like A Dumb Leper Who Has Lost His Bell, Wandering The World, Meaning No Harm.

To Be In Love Is To See Yourself As Someone Else Sees You, It Is To Be In Love With The Falsified And Exalted Image Of Yourself. In Love We Are Incapable Of Honor - The Courageous Act Is No More Than Playing A Part To An Audience Of Two.