Love Is A Battle, And

Only The Most Naive Of Questions Are Truly Serious.

Is A Novel Anything But A Trap Set For A Hero?

A Constant Interrogation.

Without Realizing It, The Individual Composes His Life According To The Laws Of Beauty Even In Times Of Greatest Distress.

And Therein Lies The Whole Of Man's Plight. Human Time Does Not Turn In A Circle; It Runs Ahead In A Straight Line. That Is Why Man Cannot Be Happy: Happiness Is The Longing For Repetition.