We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

What Music Appeals To In Us It Is Difficult To Know; What We Do Know Is That Music Reaches A Zone So Deep That Madness Itself Cannot Penetrate There.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

One Hardly Saves A World Without Ruling It.

Boredom Dismantles The Mind, Renders It Superficial, Out At The Seams, Saps It From Within And Dislocates It.

A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.