Let Us Sculpt In Hopeless Silence All

Every Gesture Is A Revolutionary Act.

Talking To People Makes Me Feel Like Sleeping. Only My Ghostly And Imaginary Friends, Only The Conversations I Have In My Dreams, Are Genuinely Real And Substantial.

Every Man Who Deserves To Be Famous Knows It Is Not Worth The Trouble.

I Have At This Moment So Many Fundamental Thoughts, So Many Truly Metaphysical Things To Say, That I Suddenly Get Tired And Decide Not To Write Any More, Not To Think Any More, But To Allow The Fever Of Speaking To Make Me Sleepy, And With My Eyes Closed, Like A Cat, I Play With Everything I Could Have Said.

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.