The Argument Of Danger Only Applies To

It Is A Great Danger For Everyone When What Is Shocking Changes.

Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain We're All Happily Individual. But What Can One Write About Happiness?

I Aim To Be Content With What I Produce. It's An Aim I Never Achieve, But I Go Over My Work Word By Word, Time And Again, So As To Be As Little Dissatisfied As Possible.

In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

I Hate You, God. I Hate You As Though You Actually Exist.