Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Reality Prior To My Language Exists As An Unthinkable Thought. . . . Life Precedes Love, Bodily Matter Precedes The Body, And One Day In Its Turn Language Shall Have Preceded Possession Of Silence.