When The Image Is New, The World

All Knowledge Is In Response To A Question. If There Were No Question, There Would Be No Scientific Knowledge. Nothing Proceeds From Itself.

The Cleverer I Am At Miniaturizing The World, The Better I Possess It.

I Am A Dreamer Of Words, Of Written Words. I Think I Am Reading; A Word Stops Me. I Leave The Page. The Syllables Of The Word Begin To Move Around. Stressed Accents Begin To Invert. The Word Abandons Its Meaning Like An Overload Which Is Too Heavy And Prevents Dreaming. Then Words Take On Other Meanings As If They Had The Right To Be Young. And The Words Wander Away, Looking In The Nooks And Crannies Of Vocabulary For New Company, Bad Company.

To Live Life Well Is To Express Life Poorly; If One Expresses Life Too Well, One Is Living It No Longer.

Words Are Clamor-filled Shells. There's Many A Story In The Miniature Of A Single Word!