To Write Is To Descend, To Excavate,

We Are Beginning To See The Influence Of Dream Upon Reality And Reality Upon Dream.

What I Cannot Love, I Overlook. Is That Real Friendship?

Stations And Airports Are Rehearsals For Separations By Death.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

We Have Been Poisoned By Fairy Tales.