The Brightest Light, The Light Of Italy,

Daisy: I Never Knew You Were Such A Realist-i Thought You Were More Poetic. Where's Your Imagination? There Are Many Sides To Reality. Choose The One That's Best For You. Escape Into The World Of Imagination.

As Soon As One Knows One Is Going To Die, Childhood Is Over.... So One Can Be Grown Up At Seven. Then, I Believe Most Human Beings Forget What They Have Understood, Recover Another Sort Of Childhood That Can Last All Their Lives. It Is Not A True Childhood But A Kind Of Forgetting. Desires And Anxieties Are There, Preventing You From Having Access To The Essential Truth.

I Am Not Capitulating.

God Is Dead. Marx Is Dead. And I Don't Feel So Well Myself.

There Are More Dead People Than Living. And Their Numbers Are Increasing. The Living Are Getting Rarer.