What Is Art But The Denial Of

I Take With Me The Conscience Of Defeat As A Victory Banner.

There Are Metaphors More Real Than The People Who Walk In The Street.

To Love Is To Tire Of Being Alone; It Is Therefore A Cowardice, A Betrayal Of Ourselves. (it Is Exceedingly Important That We Not Love.)

We Are Two Abysses - A Well Staring At The Sky.

To Feel Today What One Felt Yesterday Isn't To Feel - It's To Remember Today What Was Felt Yesterday, To Be Today's Living Corpse Of What Yesterday Was Lived And Lost.