It Is Better; Heavier, Crueler. The Mouth

I Can Always Choose, But I Ought To Know That If I Do Not Choose, I Am Still Choosing.

Absurd, Irreducible; Nothing--not Even A Profound And Secret Delirium Of Nature--could Explain [a Tree Root].

Life Has No Meaning The Moment You Lose The Illusion Of Being Eternal.

I Don't Know. Everything. Living. Smoking.

This Is What I Thought: For The Most Banal Even To Become An Adventure, You Must (and This Is Enough) Begin To Recount It. This Is What Fools People: A Man Is Always A Teller Of Tales, He Sees Everything That Happens To Him Through Them; And He Tries To Live His Own Life As If He Were Telling A Story. But You Have To Choose: Live Or Tell.