Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible,

My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write The Other Way.

I Do Not Cut My Life Up Into Days But My Days Into Lives, Each Day, Each Hour, An Entire Life.

I Am Not I. I Am This One Walking Beside Me Whom I Do Not See, Whom At Times I Manage To Visit, And Whom At Other Times I Forget; Who Remains Calm And Silent While I Talk, And Forgives, Gently, When I Hate, Who Walks Where I Am Not, Who Will Remain Standing When I Die.