...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body,

Every Second That Passes Is Like A Door That Opens To Allow In What Has Not Yet Happened, What We Call The Future, But, To Challenge The Contradictory Nature Of What We Have Just Said, Perhaps It Would Be More Accurate To Say That The Future Is Just An Immense Void, That The Future Is Just The Time On Which The Eternal Present Feeds.

The Difficult Thing Isn't Living With Other People, It's Understanding Them.

I Believe That I've Been Asked All Possible Questions. I, Myself, If I Were A Journalist, Would Not Know What To Ask Me.

Death Is The Inventor Of God.

Such Is Our Need To Shower Blame On Some Distant Entity When It Is We Who Lack The Courage To Face Up To What Is There Before Us.