Progress Is The Injustice Each Generation Commits

Utopia Is The Grotesque En Rose, The Need To Associate Happiness - That Is, The Improbable - With Becoming, And To Coerce An Optimistic, Aerial Vision To The Point Where It Rejoins Its Own Source: The Very Cynicism It Sought To Combat. In Short, A Monstrous Fantasy.

Every Word Affords Me Pain. Yet How Sweet It Would Be If I Could Hear What The Flowers Have To Say About Death!

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

The True Hero Fights And Dies In The Name Of His Destiny, And Not In The Name Of A Belief.