But I Love To Feel Events Overlapping

The Sense Of Truth No Matter How Subjective Is Necessary For The Experience Of Beauty.

There Is No Pain Compared To That Of Loving A Woman Who Makes Her Body Accessible To One And Yet Who Is Incapable Of Delivering Her True Self -- Because She Does Not Know Where To Find It.

Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation Of The Silence Around Us?

A Woman's Best Love Letters Are Always Written To The Man She Is Betraying.

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.