The Limited Circle Is Pure.

From Outside One Will Always Triumphantly Impress Theories Upon The World And Then Fall Straight Into The Ditch One Has Dug, But Only From Inside Will One Keep Oneself And The World Quiet And True.

Nothing Is As Deceptive As A Photograph.

If The Literature We Are Reading Does Not Wake Us, Why Then Do We Read It? A Literary Work Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Sea Frozen Inside Us.

You Are So Vulnerably Haunting. Your Eeriness Is Terrifyingly Irresistible.

Love Is A Drama Of Contradictions.