I Don’t Like To Make

My Unhappiness Protects Me From Life.

Colour Is The Touch Of The Eye, Music To The Deaf, A Word Out Of Darkness.

Heroic Dreams Are The Consolation Of The Unhappy. After All, When People Like Us Say We're Being Heroic, It Usually Means We're About To Kill Each Other--or Kill Ourselves.

There's Been Quite A Clear Upswing In Nationalist Sentiments. Everyone Is Talking About It, In Turkey As Well.

Love Is A Sacred Silence.