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Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

Given That We Cannot Know All The Elements In A Problem, We Never Can Solve It.

I Am The Outskirts Of Some Non-existent Town, The Long-winded Prologue To An Unwritten Book. I'm Nobody, Nobody. I Don't Know How To Feel Or Think Or Love. I'm A Character In A Novel As Yet Unwritten, Hovering In The Air And Undone Before I've Even Existed, Amongst The Dreams Of Someone Who Never Quite Managed To Breath Life Into Me.

Contradiction Is The Essence Of The Universe.