And So I Will Take

The More You Approach Infinity, The Deeper You Penetrate Terror

Once One Has Kissed A Cadaver's Forehead, There Always Remains Something Of It On The Lips, An Infinite Bitterness, An Aftertasteof Nothingness That Nothing Can Erase.

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.

Prose Is Like Hair; It Shines With Combing.

To Be Stupid, Selfish, And Have Good Health Are Three Requirements For Happiness, Though If Stupidity Is Lacking, All Is Lost.