I Think We All Have A Little

Only In Dreams, In Poetry, In Play Do We Sometimes Arrive At What We Were Before We Were This Thing That, Who Knows, We Are.

We No Longer Believe Because It Is Absurd: It Is Absurd Because We Must Believe.

I Think It Is Vanity To Want To Put Into A Story Anything But The Story Itself.

The Unusual Is Only Found In A Very Small Percentage, Except In Literary Creations, And That Is Exactly What Makes Literature.

Why Have We Had To Invent Eden, To Live Submerged In The Nostalgia Of A Lost Paradise, To Make Up Utopias, Propose A Future For Ourselves?