Time Forks Perpetually Toward Innumerable

It Only Takes Two Facing Mirrors To Build A Labyrinth.

Beyond My Anxiety, Beyond This Writing, The Universe Waits, Inexhaustible, Inviting.

That One Individual Should Awaken In Another Memories That Belong To Still A Third Is An Obvious Paradox.

Doubt Is One Of The Names Of Intelligence.

In All Fiction, When A Man Is Faced With Alternatives He Chooses One At The Expense Of Others.