Daisy: I Never Knew You Were Such

Language Should Almost Break Up Or Explode In Its Fruitless Effort To Contain So Many Meanings.

People Who Don't Read Are Brutes. It Is Better To Write Than To Make War, Isn't It?

The Universe Seems To Me Infinitely Strange And Foreign. At Such A Moment I Gaze Upon It With A Mixture Of Anguish And Euphoria; Separate From The Universe, As Though Placed At A Certain Distance Outside It; I Look And I See Pictures, Creatures That Move In A Kind Of Timeless Time And Spaceless Space, Emitting Sounds That Are A Kind Of Language I No Longer Understand Or Ever Register.

That's How We Stay Young These Days: Murder And Suicide.

I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am No Longer 12 Years Old.