To Think Is To Destroy.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.

I Bear The Wounds Of All The Battles I Avoided.

Let's Buy Books So As Not To Read Them; Let's Go To Concerts Without Caring To Hear The Music Or See Who's There; Let's Take Long Walks Because We're Sick Of Walking; And Let's Spend Whole Days In The Country, Just Because It Bores Us.

I Always Live In The Present. I Don’t Know The Future And No Longer Have The Past. The Former Oppresses Me As The Possibility Of Everything, The Latter As The Reality Of Nothing.