Time Is The Substance Of Which We

Time Is The Tiger That Devours Me, But I Am That Tiger.

I Will Pause To Consider This Eternity From Which The Subsequent Ones Derive.

How Can We Manage To Illuminate The Pathos Of Our Lives?

I Can’t Talk About My Books. I Have Written Them And Tried To Forget Them. I Have Written Once, And Readers Have Read Me Many Times, No? I Try To Think Of What I Wrote, It’s Very Unhealthy To Think About The Past, The Case Of Elegies Is Very Sad, As Much As The Case Of Complaints.

I Live In A Grey World, Rather Like The Silver Screen World. But Yellow Stands Out.