Solitude Was Corrupting Me.

He Broke My Heart. You Merely Broke My Life.

And What Is Death, If Not A Face At Peace - Its Artistic Perfection.

Measure Me While I Live - After It Will Be Too Late.

For I Do Not Exist: There Exist But The Thousands Of Mirrors That Reflect Me. With Every Acquaintance I Make, The Population Of Phantoms Resembling Me Increases. Somewhere They Live, Somewhere They Multiply. I Alone Do Not Exist.

I Think Like A Genius, I Write Like A Distinguished Author, And I Speak Like A Child.