Reality Is One Of The Possibilities I

This Mental Space Is Occupied And Everything Is Mine.

Who Could Have Foretold The Heart Grows Old From Touching Others

I Have To Finish It In Order To Know Whether It Deserves To Survive.

We Are Ugly But We Have The Music.

I Am An Old Scholar, Better-looking Now Than When I Was Young. That's What Sitting On Your Ass Does To Your Face.