A Brain Is Only Capable Of What

Self-expression Is A Hard And Selfish Thing. It Eats Everything, Even The Self. At The End You Find You Haven't Even Got A Self To Express.

I Had Committed Myself: Without Love I'd Have To Go Through The Gestures Of Love.

As The End Of The What Is Called The 'sexual Life' The Only Love Which Has Lasted Is The Love Which Has Everything, Every Disappointment, Every Failure And Every Betrayal, Which Has Accepted Even The Sad Fact That In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

Human Nature Is Not Black And White But Black And Grey.

Politics, War, Marriage, Crime, Adultery. Everything That Exists In The World Has Something To Do With Money.