My Father, When He Went, Made My

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

Yes, I Will Go. I Would Rather Grieve Over Your Absence Than Over You.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

He Who Tells The Truth Says Almost Nothing.