A Lost Battle Is A Battle One

You See, The Contemporary Writer Must Write Through His Intimations Of Unease, While Trying To Elucidate Them.

If You Die, I Will Lie Down Beside You And I Will Stay There Until The End, Without Eating Or Drinking, You Will Rot In My Arms And I Will Love You As Carcass: For You Love Nothing If You Do Not Love Everything.

Ideas Come In Pairs And They Contradict One Another; Their Opposition Is The Principal Engine Of Reflection.

I Have No Need For Good Souls: An Accomplice Is What I Wanted.

As If There Could Be True Stories: Things Happen In One Way, And We Retell Them In The Opposite Way.