My Curiosity Sister Of Larks.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

I Never Had Anyone I Could Call “master”. No Christ Died For Me. No Buddha Showed Me The Right Path. In The Depths Of My Dreams No Apollo Or Athena Appeared To Me To Enlighten My Soul

At First I Felt Dizzy - Not With The Kind Of Dizziness That Makes The Body Reel But The Kind That's Like A Dead Emptiness In The Brain, An Instinctive Awareness Of The Void.

What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That Everybody Has Them.