One Should Not Believe Too

Love Must Wait; It Must Break One’s Bones.

The Dreams Are The Skeleton Of All Reality.

I Deem As Heroic Those Who Have The Harder Task, Face It Unflinchingly And Live. In This World Women Do That.

I Don't Fear Death. I'm Not Obsessed With It The Way Everybody Else Seems To Be. It's Wrong To Say "everybody," But In Literature I See It All The Time - Preoccupation With It, Philosophical Preoccupation, In Fact. That's A Principle Element Of Literature And Philosophy, Often Cited As The Main Element, The Only Real Element. I Say Give It Up.

There Is No Complete Life. There Are Only Fragments. We Are Born To Have Nothing, To Have It Pour Through Our Hands. And Yet, This Pouring, This Flood Of Encounters, Struggles, Dreams...