I Miss The Animal Buoyancy

The Softness Of The Summer Day Like An Ermine Paw.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.

You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A Delicate World, And You Believe You Are Living.

I Believe That In Judging Our Actions We Are More Severe Than Professional Judges. We Judge Not Only Our Actions, But Our Thoughts, Our Intentions, Our Secret Curses, Our Hidden Hate.

I Want To Be A Writer Who Reminds Others That These Moments Exist; I Want To Prove That There Is Infinite Space, Infinite Meaning, Infinite Dimension