All Professions Are... Filled With Demands.

Fame Is The Sum Of The Misunderstanding That Gathers About A New Name.

It Seems To Me That Almost All Our Sadnesses Are Moments Of Tension, Which We Feel As Paralysis Because We No Longer Hear Our Astonished Emotions Living.

Love The Questions Themselves...live The Questions Now And Have Confidence That Someday Far Into The Future, [i Will Live My] Way Into The Answer.

If My Devils Are To Leave Me, I'm Afraid My Angels Will Take Flight As Well.

What Do The Contours Of Your Body Mean, Laid Out Like The Lines On A Hand, So That I No Longer See Them Except As Fate?