I Felt Like Poisoning A Monk.

History Is A Blood-drenched Enigma And The World An Error.

What We Honor As Prudence In Our Elders Is Simply Panic In Action.

How Does A Person Feel When Looking At The Sky? He Thinks That He Doesn't Have Enough Tongues To Describe What He Sees. Nevertheless, People Have Never Stopping Describing The Sky, Simply Listing What They See.

Creativity Can Only Be Anarchic, Capitalist, Darwinian.

I Think Every Professor And Writer Is In Some Way An Exhibitionist Because His Or Her Normal Activity Is A Theatrical One. When You Give A Lesson The Situation Is The Same As Writing A Book. You Have To Capture The Attention, The Complicity Of Your Audience.