Truth Is Something Which Can't Be Told

Violence Is A Symptom Of Impotence.

I Adore The Struggle You Carry In Yourself. I Adore Your Terrifying Sincerity.

At A Lecture I Am Asked To Pronounce My Name Three Times. I Try To Be Slow And Emphatic, "anaïs - Anaïs - Anaïs. You Just Say "anna" And Then Add "ees," With The Accent On The "ees."

I Cheat Him, I Deceive Him, Yet The World Does Not Sink In Sulphur-colored Mists. Madness Conquers. I Can No Longer Put My Mosaics Together. I Just Cry And Laugh.

The Way To Recognize A Dead Word Is That It Exudes Boredom.