Who Cares About Great Marks Left Behind?

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

I Think The Family Is The Place Where The Most Ridiculous And Least Respectable Things In The World Go On.

Murderers, In General, Are People Who Are Consistent, People Who Are Obsessed With One Idea And Nothing Else.

Is Not Man Himself The Most Unsettled Of All The Creatures Of The Earth? What Is This Trembling Sensation That Is Intensified With Each Ascending Step In The Natural Order?

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist.