Now, The Old Man Happened To Be

The More Enlightened Our Houses Are, The More Their Walls Ooze Ghosts.

Novels As Dull As Dishwater, With The Grease Of Random Sentiments Floating On Top.

The Inferno Of The Living Is Not Something That Will Be; If There Is One, It Is What Is Already Here, The Inferno Where We Live Every Day, That We Form By Being Together. There Are Two Ways To Escape Suffering It. The First Is Easy For Many: Accept The Inferno And Become Such A Part Of It That You Can No Longer See It. The Second Is Risky And Demands Constant Vigilance And Apprehension: Seek And Learn To Recognize Who And What, In The Midst Of Inferno, Are Not Inferno, Then Make Them Endure, Give Them Space.

There Is No Language Without Deceit.

What Harbor Can Receive You More Securely Than A Great Library?