Beyond A Certain Point There Is No

Anyone Who Cannot Come To Terms With His Life While He Is Alive Needs One Hand To Ward Off A Little His Despair Over His Fate... But With His Other Hand He Can Note Down What He Sees Among The Ruins.

A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting Insanity.

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.

I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

A Book Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Seas Frozen Inside Our Soul.