We Tear Life Out Of Life To

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

I Love You As You Are, But Do Not Tell Me How That Is.

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.