Now Everyone Is Prouder And

I Think A Lot About The Poems I Wasn't Able To Write...i Masturbrated...solitude Is Essentially A Matter Of Pride; You Bury Yourself In Your Own Scent. The Issue Is The Same For All Real Poets. If You've Been Happy For Too Long, You Become Banal. By The Same Token, If You've Been Unhappy For A Long Time, You Lose Your Poetic Power...happiness And Poverty Can Only Coexist For The Briefest Time. Afterword Either Happiness Coarsens The Poet Or The Poem Is So True It Destroys His Happiness.

My Childhood Proved To Me That There Could Be No Enjoyment Of Football Without Community. But It Becomes Difficult When This Community Is Having Problems With Its Identity. That's When We Experience All Possible Forms Of Nationalist Exaggeration.

How Different From The Cosy World Of Rüya's Detective Novels, Where Authors Never Vexed A Hero With More Signs Than He Needed.

A Letter Doesn't Communicate By Words Alone. A Letter, Just Like A Book, Can Be Read By Smelling It, Touching It And Fondling It. Thereby, Intelligent Folk Will Say, 'go On Then, Read What The Letter Tells You!' Whereas The Dull-witted Will Say, 'go On Then, Read What He's Written!

Are You An Angel That Approaching You Should Be So Terrifying?