Lying Is The Only Art Form That

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls And American Soldiers Is A Saloon In Some Western Film. This Noise Drenches Us, Wakens Us To Do Something Else. It Shows Us A Lost Path.

The Greatest Masterpiece In Literature Is Only A Dictionary Out Of Order.

I Have Lost My Seven Best Friends, Which Is To Say God Has Had Mercy On Me Seven Times Without Realizing It. He Lent A Friendship, Took It From Me, Sent Me Another.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.