On Good Days, If You Trust Life,

What, In Fact, Is A Novel But A Universe In Which Action Is Endowed With Form, Where Final Words Are Pronounced, Where People Possess One Another Completely, And Where Life Assumes The Aspect Of Destiny?

All I Know Of Morality I Learned From Football

Morality, When Formal, Devours.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.

...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than Despair Itself.