No Human Being, Even The Most Passionately

Should I Kill Myself, Or Have A Cup Of Coffee?

I've Never Really Had Much Of An Imagination. But Still I Would Try To Picture The Exact Moment When The Beating Of My Heart Would No Longer Be Going On Inside My Head.

I Like People Who Dream Or Talk To Themselves Interminably; I Like Them, For They Are Double. They Are Here And Elsewhere.

False Judges Are Held Up In The World's Admiration And I Alone Know The True Ones.

The Act Of Love Is A Confession.