My Ideal Goal Is To "mature" Into

Animals! The Object Of Insatiable Interest, Examples Of The Riddle Of Life, Created, As It Were, To Reveal The Human Being To Man Himself, Displaying His Richness And Complexity In A Thousand Kaleidoscopic Possibilities, Each Of Them Brought To Some Curious End, To Some Characteristic Exuberance.

Reality Is As Thin As Paper And Betrays With All Its Cracks Its Imitative Character.

Even In The Depths Of Sleep, In Which He Had To Satisfy His Need For Protection And Love By Curling Himself Up Into A Trembling Ball, He Could Not Rid Himself Of The Feeling Of Loneliness And Homelessness.

Lifelessness Is Only A Disguise Behind Which Hide Unknown Forms Of Life.

Ordinary Facts Are Arranged Within Time, Strung Along Its Length As On A Thread. There They Have Their Antecedents And Their Consequences, Which Crowd Tightly Together And Press Hard One Upon The Other Without Any Pause. This Has Its Importance For Any Narrative, Of Which Continuity And Successiveness Are The Soul.