Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me