What If I Slept A Little More

I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined.

There Are Only Two Things. Truth And Lies. Truth Is Indivisible, Hence It Cannot Recognize Itself; Anyone Who Wants To Recognize It Has To Be A Lie.

Each Of Us Has His Own Way Of Emerging From The Underworld, Mine Is By Writing. That's Why The Only Way I Can Keep Going, If At All, Is By Writing, Not Through Rest And Sleep. I Am Far More Likely To Achieve Peace Of Mind Through Writing Than The Capacity To Write Through Peace.

A First Sign Of The Beginning Of Understanding Is The Wish To Die.

What Do I Have In Common With Jews? I Don't Even Have Anything In Common With Myself.