Sunday, The Day For The Language Of

I Do Not Want To Have The Feeling Of Writing "for Eternity," So To Speak.

I Cannot Stand Public Attention, I Just Can't. Of Course, If I May I Might Write Something Instead

It Could Draw From A Greater Reservoir Of Freedom. The Irony Could Develop An Even Greater Ease.

He Lies Like A Book. And He Reads A Lot Of Books.

Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.