For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.

In This Metallic Age Of Barbarians, Only A Relentless Cultivation Of Our Ability To Dream, To Analyse And To Captivate Can Prevent Our Personality From Degenerating Into Nothing Or Else Into A Personality Like All The Rest.

Never Having Discovered Qualities In Myself Which Could Attract Someone Else, I Could Never Believe That Anyone Felt Attracted To Me.

Yes, Talking To People Makes Me Sleepy.

Art Consists In Making Others Feel What We Feel.