Gradually I Came To Realize That My

Most Of The World Was Mad. And The Part That Wasn't Mad Was Angry. And The Part That Wasn't Mad Or Angry Was Just Stupid. I Had No Chance. I Had No Choice. Just Hang On And Wait For The End. It Was Hard Work. It Was The Hardest Work Imaginable.

Our Disappointment Sits Between Us.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

Without Literature, Life Is Hell.

Since Some People Had Told Me That I Was Ugly, I Always Preferred Shade To The Sun, Darkness To Light