Our Place Is Somewhere Between

The Sole Means Of Protecting Your Solitude Is To Offend Everyone, Beginning With Those You Love.

There Is No Means Of Proving It Is Preferable To Be Than Not To Be.

To Hope Is To Contradict The Future.

Hungarian Language — Savage It May Be But Of A Beauty That Has Nothing Human About It, With Sonorities Of Another Universe, Powerful And Corrosive, Appropriate To Prayer, To Groans And To Tears, Risen Out Of Hell To Perpetuate Its Accent And Its Aura…words Of Nectar And Cyanide.

The Multiplication Of Our Kind Borders On The Obscene; The Duty To Love Them, On The Preposterous.