Love Always Has Its Price, Come Whence

Love Always Has Its Price, Come Whence It May.

Whether We Are Describing A King, An Assassin, A Thief, An Honest Man, A Prostitute, A Nun, A Young Girl, Or A Stallholder In A Market, It Is Always Ourselves That We Are Describing.

Solitude Is Indeed Dangerous For A Working Intelligence. We Need To Have Around Us People Who Think And Speak. When We Are Alone For A Long Time We People The Void With Phantoms

I Entered Literary Life As A Meteor, And I Shall Leave It Like A Thunderbolt.

Legitimized Love Always Despises Its Easygoing Brother.