The Dreams Are The Skeleton Of All

I Don't Fear Death. I'm Not Obsessed With It The Way Everybody Else Seems To Be.

Love Must Wait; It Must Break One’s Bones.

The Myriad Past, It Enters Us And Disappears. Except That Within It, Somewhere, Like Diamonds, Exist The Fragments That Refuse To Be Consumed. Sifting Through, If One Dares, And Collecting Them, One Discovers The True Design.

As I Look Back, I See That Life Is Like A Game Of Solitaire And Every Once In A While There Is A Move.

I Don't Fear Death. I'm Not Obsessed With It The Way Everybody Else Seems To Be. It's Wrong To Say "everybody," But In Literature I See It All The Time - Preoccupation With It, Philosophical Preoccupation, In Fact. That's A Principle Element Of Literature And Philosophy, Often Cited As The Main Element, The Only Real Element. I Say Give It Up.