Myth Is Neither A Lie

It Is Said That Mourning, By Its Gradual Labour, Slowly Erases Pain; I Could Not, I Cannot Believe This; Because For Me, Time Eliminates The Emotion Of Loss (i Do Note Weep), That Is All. For The Rest, Everything Has Remained Motionless. For What I Have Lost Is Not A Figure (the Mother), But A Being; And Not A Being, But A Quality (a Soul): Not The Indispensable, But The Irreplaceable.

Every Photograph Is A Certificate Of Presence.

What Love Lays Bare In Me Is Energy.

The Birth Of The Reader Must Be At The Cost Of The Death Of The Author.

The Best Principals Are Not Heroes; They Are Hero Makers.