When I Write, I Solemnly Visit Myself.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.

Literature Is The Most Agreeable Way Of Ignoring Life.

I Never Cared About Whatever Tragic Event Happened In China. It's Faraway Decoration, Even If In Blood And Plague.

The Unnatural And The Strange Have A Perfume Of Their Own

Could It Think, The Heart Would Stop Beating.