We Are In The World To Laugh.

Those Moments When You Feel You Want To Read Something Truly Beautiful. The Eyes Make A Tour Of The Library, And There Is Nothing. Then You Decide To Take No Matter What, And It Is Full Of Beautiful Things.

Paradise Does Not Exist, But We Must Nonetheless Strive To Be Worthy Of It.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have To Be A Great Poet To Make It Ring.

When The Defects Of Others Are Perceived With So Much Clarity, It Is Because One Possesses Them Oneself.