Faith Is Stronger Than So-called Reality.

The World, As It Is Now, Wants To Die, Wants To Perish — And It Will.

To Achieve The Possible, We Must Attempt The Impossible Again And Again.

If My Life Were Not A Dangerous, Painful Experiment, If I Did Not Constantly Skirt The Abyss And Feel The Void Under My Feet, My Life Would Have No Meaning And I Would Not Have Been Able To Write Anything.

Like One Who Has Eaten And Drunk Too Much And Vomits Painfully And Then Feels Better, So Did The Restless Man Wish He Could Rid Himself With One Terrific Heave Of These Pleasures, Of These Habits Of This Entirely Senseless Life.

I Have Begun To Listen To The Teachings My Blood Whispers To Me.