The Absolute Has Moved Into The Fortress

The Limitations Of Pleasure Cannot Be Overcome By More Pleasure.

Confess To The Misdeeds You Cannot Hide.

Readers Transform A Library From A Mausoleum Into Many Theaters.

Writing About An Idea Frees Me Of It. Thinking About It Is A Circle Of Repetitions.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.