I Always Have A Sense Of Trembling,

Take Whatever You Can From Others, And When There Is Nothing Left, Forget About Them.

Lovers Are Not Snails; They Don't Have To Protrude From Their Shells And Meet Each Other Halfway. Meet Me Within Your Own Self.

Persons Who Have Been Homeless Carry Within Them A Certain Philosophy Of Life Which Makes Them Apprehensive About Ownership.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

I Am Going To Put Myself To Sleep Now For A Bit Longer Than Usual. Call It Eternity