Death Is Just Infinity Closing

I Thought That A Man Can Be An Enemy Of Other Men, Of The Moments Of Other Men, But Not Of A Country: Not Of Fireflies, Words, Gardens, Streams Of Water, Sunsets.

Besides, Rereading, Not Reading, Is What Counts.

We Accept Reality So Readily - Perhaps Because We Sense That Nothing Is Real.

A Writer Should Have Another Lifetime To See If He's Appreciated.

Censorship Is The Mother Of Metaphor.