A Man Does Not Exist Until He

What Did I Know Best That I Had Not Written About And Lost? What Did I Know About Truly And Care For The Most?

I Had An Inheritance From My Father, It Was The Moon And The Sun. And Though I Roam All Over The World, The Spending Of It’s Never Done.

In War, One Cannot Say What One Feels.

Prose Is Architecture, Not Interior Decoration, And The Baroque Is Over.

Everything Is Your Fault If You're Any Damn Good.