At Any Given Moment, I

Everyone Has, Inside Himself ... What Shall I Call It? A Piece Of Good News! Everyone Is ... A Very Great, Very Important Character.

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist. And Before That, During All Eternity, What Was There? Nothing.

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist.

The Spontaneity Of Slaps Is Sincerity, Whereas The Ceremonial Of Caresses Is Largely Convention.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.