Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That

Order And Disorder, Form And Formless Must Have Profound Psychological Roots, Nervous Roots.

I Always Cause Those Who Are Near To Me More Suffering Than Pleasure.

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

I Admired My Father Very Much... At The Age Of Sixteen. But Now I See That He Was A Brutal And Cruel Man, - But Not Without Remorse, And That Was What Tortured Us, His Alternations.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.