I Am Probably Exaggerating A

Within Ourselves Is Not Very Far And Yet It Is So Far That One's Whole Life Is Not Always Long Enough To Get There.

A Dish Around Which I See Too Many People Doesn't Tempt Me.

I Am Probably Exaggerating A Little, But I Owe My Equilibrium To Ink And Paper.

I Enter The World Called Real As One Enters A Mist.

The Man I Am Will Always Raise A Protest Against The Man I Wanted To Be And The Two Will Live Together To The End, But The Man I Wanted To Be Will Be The One On Whom Judgement Will Be Passed.