Art Lies Because It's Social.

Myth Is The Nothing That Is All.

I'm Going To End A Life That I Thought Could Contain Every Kind Of Greatness But That In Fact Consisted Only Of My Incapacity To Really Want To Be Great. Whenever I Arrived At A Certainty, I Remembered That Those With The Greatest Certainties Are Lunatics.

I Bear The Wounds Of All The Battles I Avoided.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

Should I Be What I Think? But I Think About Being So Many Things!