We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

What To Think Of Other People? I Ask Myself This Question Each Time I Make A New Acquaintance. So Strange Does It Seem To Me That We Exist, And That We Consent To Exist.

I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble Into Dust, And My Disintegration Would Be My Masterpiece.

Glory - Once Achieved, What Is It Worth?

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?

Insomnia Is A Vertiginous Lucidity That Can Convert Paradise Itself Into A Place Of Torture.