And Even Sadness Was Also Something For

For At The Hour Of Death You Became A Celebrated Film Star, It Is A Moment Of Glory For Everyone, When The Choral Music Scales The Top Notes.

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably My Own

I Want The Following Word: Splendor, Splendor Is Fruit In All Its Succulence, Fruit Without Sadness. I Want Vast Distances. My Savage Intuition Of Myself.

A Horse Is Freedom So Indominable That It Becomes Useless To Imprison It To Serve Man: It Lets Itself Be Domesticated, But With A Simple, Rebellious Toss Of The Head-shaking Its Mane Like An Abundance Of Free-flowing Hair-it Shows That Its Inner Nature Is Always Wild, Translucent And Free.