Serious Literature Does Not Exist To Make

Great! I've Written Something Stupid, But I Haven't Signed A Contract With Anyone To Produce Solely Wise And Perfect Works. I Gave Vent To My Stupidity...and Here I Am, Reborn.

I Became Bold Because I Had Absolutely Nothing To Lose: Neither Honors, Nor Earnings, Nor Friends. I Had To Find Myself Anew And Rely Only On Myself, Because I Could Rely On No One Else. My Form Is My Solitude.

When One Does Not Have What One Wants, One Must Want What One Has”: “i Have Had, You See, To Resort More And More To Very Small, Almost Invisible Pleasures, Little Extras. You've No Idea How Great One Becomes With These Little Details, It's Incredible How One Grows.

You, Oh Mature Ones, Keep Company Solely With Other Mature Ones, And Your Maturity Is So Mature That It Can Only Chum Up With Maturity!

A Brilliant Liar; He Has Total Recall.