Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love

To Say Yes, You Have To Sweat And Roll Up Your Sleeves And Plunge Both Hands Into Life Up To The Elbows. It Is Easy To Say No, Even If Saying No Means Death.

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

Obligations, Hatreds, Injuries; What Did I Expect My Memories To Be? I Was Forgetting Remorse. Now I Have A Complete Past.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.