Everything Is Worthwhile If The Soul Is

Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

Without Madness What Is Man But A Wholesome Beast, Postponed Corpse That Begets?

Writing Is Like Paying Myself A Formal Visit.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.

I’m Beginning To Know Myself. I Don’t Exist. I’m The Space Between What I’d Like To Be And What Others Made Of Me. Just Let Me Be At Ease And All By Myself In My Room.