Someone Who Always Has To Lie Discovers

Beauty Always Has Something Remote.

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.

In Eternity Everything Is Just Beginning.

Speak As Though It Were The Last Sentence Allowed You.

The Act Of Naming Is The Great And Solemn Consolation Of Mankind