Respect Movements, Flee Schools.

Victor Hugo Was A Madman Who Thought He Was Victor Hugo

Vivre Est Une Chute Horizontale. Life Is A Horizontal Fall.

Poets Don't Draw. They Unravel Their Handwriting And Then Tie It Up Again, But Differently.

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

The Skin Of All Of Us Is Responsive To Gypsy Songs And Military Marches.