I Am Aware Of Being

I Have No Brakes On...analysis Is For Those Who Are Paralyzed By Life.

Three Or Four Threads May Be Agitated, Like Telegraph Wires, At The Same Time, And If I Were To Tap Them All I Would Reveal Such A Mixture Of Innocence And Duplicity, Generosity And Calculation, Fear And Courage, I Cannot Tell The Whole Truth Simply Because I Would Have To Write Four Journals At Once.

Travel Is Seeking The Lost Paradise. It Is The Supreme Illusion Of Love.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

She Was Fully, Painfully Aware That Very Rarely Did Midnight Strike In Two Hearts At Once, Very Rarely Did Midnight Arouse Two Different Equal Desires, And That Any Dislocation In This, Any Indifference, Was An Indication Of Disunity, Of The Difficulties, The Impossibilities Of Fusion Between Two Human Beings.