To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying

Time Is Heavy Sometimes; Imagine How Heavy Eternity Must Be.

I Have Always Lived With The Awareness Of The Impossibility Of Living. And What Has Made Existence Endurable To Me Is My Curiosity As To How I Would Get From One Minute, One Day, One Year To The Next.

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

The Literary Man? An Indiscreet Man, Who Devaluates His Miseries, Divulges Them, Tells Them Like So Many Beads: Immodesty-the Sideshow Of Second Thoughts-is His Rule; He Offers Himself.

All The Concessions We Make To Eros Are Holes In Our Desire For The Absolute.