Religions Get Lost As People Do.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.

The Limited Circle Is Pure.

Logic May Indeed Be Unshakeable, But It Cannot Withstand A Man Who Is Determined To Live.

I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined. I’d Rather Float Over Other People’s Minds As Something Strictly Fluid And Non-perceivable; More Like A Transparent, Paradoxically Iridescent Creature Rather Than An Actual Person.

I Answer One Of Your Letters, Then Lie In Bed In Apparent Calm, But My Heart Beats Through My Entire Body And Is Conscious Only Of You. I Belong To You; There Is Really No Other Way Of Expressing It, And That Is Not Strong Enough.