Knowledge We Have. Anyone Who

In A Way, I Was Safe Writing

Writing Is A Deeper Sleep Than Death. Just As One Wouldn't Pull A Corpse From Its Grave, I Can't Be Dragged From My Desk At Night.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.

I Can Love Only What I Can Place So High Above Me That I Cannot Reach It.

First Impressions Are Always Unreliable.