A People Represents Not So Much An

Truths Begin By A Conflict With The Police - And End By Calling Them In.

Intelligence Flourishes Only In The Ages When Belief Withers.

We Die In Proportion To The Words We Fling Around Us.

Life Is Merely A Fracas On An Unmapped Terrain, And The Universe A Geometry Stricken With Epilepsy.

At This Very Moment, I Am Suffering—as We Say In French, J’ai Mal. This Event, Crucial For Me, Is Nonexistent, Even Inconceivable For Anyone Else, For Everyone Else. Except For God, If That Word Can Have A Meaning.