We Think We Understand Each Other, But

Pretending Is A Virtue. If You Cant Pretend, You Can't Be King.

Phantoms In General Are Nothing More Than Trifling Disorders Of The Spirit; Images We Cannot Contain Within The Bounds Of Sleep.

We All Have A World Of Things Inside Ourselves And Each One Of Us Has His Own Private World. How Can We Understand Each Other If The Words I Use Have The Sense And The Value That I Expect Them To Have, But Whoever Is Listening To Me Inevitably Thinks That Those Same Words Have A Different Sense And Value, Because Of The Private World He Has Inside Himself, Too.

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.

Six Characters In Search Of An Author.