I Work Only With Lost And Founds.

Things Were Somehow So Good That They Were In Danger Of Becoming Very Bad Because What Is Fully Mature Is Very Close To Rotting

Reality Prior To My Language Exists As An Unthinkable Thought. . . . Life Precedes Love, Bodily Matter Precedes The Body, And One Day In Its Turn Language Shall Have Preceded Possession Of Silence.

Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.

To Think Is An Act. To Feel Is A Fact.