The Falklands Thing Was A Fight Between

I Wonder If I Have Woven Through Dreams The Sexual Strife. I Don't Think So. But After All, My Business Is To Weave Dreams. I Suppose I May Be Allowed To Choose The Material.

The Machinery Of The World Is Far Too Complex For The Simplicity Of Men.

When One Confesses To An Act, One Ceases To Be An Actor In It And Becomes Its Witness, Becomes A Man That Observes And Narrates It And No Longer The Man That Performed It.

The Future Is As Irrevocable As An Inflexible Yesterday.

What You Really Value Is What You Miss, Not What You Have.