The Way To Recognize A Dead Word

He Was Now In That State Of Fire That She Loved. She Wanted To Be Burnt.

We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.

We Have Been Poisoned By Fairy Tales.

Don't Say Anything, Because I See That You Understand Me, And I Am Afraid Of Your Understanding. I Have Such A Fear Of Finding Another Like Myself, And Such A Desire To Find One! I Am So Utterly Lonely, But I Also Have Such A Fear That My Isolation Be Broken Through, And I No Longer Be The Head And Ruler Of My Universe. I Am In Great Terror Of Your Understanding By Which You Penetrate Into My World; And Then I Stand Revealed And I Have To Share My Kingdom With You.

Destruction Is Ultimately Self-destruction.