When I Can't See Myself

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.

I Distrust The Incommunicable; It Is The Source Of All Violence

There Is Only One Day Left, Always Starting Over: It Is Given To Us At Dawn And Taken Away From Us At Dusk.

The Aim Of Language...is To Communicate...to Impart To Others The Results One Has Obtained...as I Talk, I Reveal The Situation...i Reveal It To Myself And To Others In Order To Change It.

I Say A Murder Is Abstract. You Pull The Trigger And After That You Do Not Understand Anything That Happens.