They Are More Beautiful Than

People Have A Right To Their Own Lives, And If You Can't Help Somebody, You Ought To Get Out Of Their Way.

During Depression The World Disappears. Language Itself. One Has Nothing To Say. Nothing. No Small Talk, No Anecdotes. Nothing Can Be Risked On The Board Of Talk. Because The Inner Voice Is So Urgent In Its Own Discourse: How Shall I Live? How Shall I Manage The Future? Why Should I Go On?

Men And Women Were Declared Equal One Morning And Everybody Could Divorce Each Other By Postcard

They Weren't Crazy. They Were Tired Of Being Locked Up. Even I Could See That.

One Of The Blessings Of Adulthood Is That One Is No Longer Addressed As A Thing.