Sometimes I Wish I Were A Cannibal

If There Is Anyone Who Owes Everything To Bach, It Is Certainly God.

Reality Is A Creation Of Our Excesses.

If I Were To Be Totally Sincere, I Would Say That I Do Not Know Why I Live And Why I Do Not Stop Living. The Answer Probably Lies In The Irrational Character Of Life Which Maintains Itself Without Reason.

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

We Inhabit A Language Rather Than A Country.