A Lawyer Is A Person

The Spirit Becomes Free Only When It Ceases To Be A Support.

Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into The Cold Abyss Of Oneself.

I No Longer Know If I Wish To Drown Myself In Love, Vodka Or The Sea.

We Were Expelled From Paradise, But It Was Not Destroyed. The Expulsion From Paradise Was In One Sense A Piece Of Good Fortune, For If We Had Not Been Expelled, Paradise Would Have Had To Be Destroyed.

Hiding Places There Are Innumerable, Escape Is Only One, But Possibilities Of Escape, Again, Are As Many As Hiding Places.