I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.