The Struggle Itself Towards The Heights Is

The End Of Their Passion Consists Of Loving Uselessly At The Moment When It Is Pointless.

Sometimes, From Beyond The Skycrapers, The Cry Of A Tugboat Finds You In Your Insomnia, And You Remember That This Desert Of Iron And Cement Is An Island.

What Is Human In Me Is Not What Is Best In Me. What Is Human In Me Is That I Desire, And To Obtain What I Desire, I Believe I Would Crush Anything That Stood In My Way.

It Is Easier To Kill What We Do Not Know.

There Is No Shame In Preferring Happiness.