Children Are Unaccountable Little Creatures.

To Be Alive And To Be A ‘writer’ Is Enough.

If You Wish To Live, You Must First Attend Your Own Funeral.

I Love The Rain. I Want The Feeling Of It On My Face.

If Only One Could Tell True Love From False Love As One Can Tell Mushrooms From Toadstools.

Tidied All My Papers. Tore Up And Ruthlessly Destroyed Much. This Is Always A Great Satisfaction.