To Withhold From Living Is To Die

There Is Not One Big Cosmic Meaning For All, There Is Only The Meaning We Each Give To Our Life, An Individual Meaning, An Individual Plot, Like An Individual Novel, A Book For Each Person.

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard

The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery Of Pain.

Idealism Is The Death Of The Body And The Imagination. All But Freedom, Utter Freedom, Is Death

Coming Near Him Like A Ballet Dancer She Took A Leap Towards Him, And He, Frightened By Her Vehemence, And Fearing That She Would Crash Against Him, Instinctively Became Absolutely Rigid, And She Felt Herself Embracing A Statue.