A True Masterpiece Does Not Tell Everything.

Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through Many A Bad Night.

The Look Of Success, When It Is Worn A Certain Way, Would Infuriate A Jackass.

Only The Sea, Murmurous Behind The Dingy Checkerboard Of Houses, Told Of The Unrest, The Precariousness, Of All Things In This World.

I Had Been Right I Was Still Right I Was Always Right. I Had Lived My Life One Way And I Could Just As Well Lived It Another. I Had Done This And I Hadn T Done That. I Hadn T Done This Thing And I Had Done Another. And So?

Happiness Is Not Everything And Men Have Their Duties. Mine Is To Find My Mother, A Homeland