The Purpose Of A Story

The Dream Reveals The Reality Which Conception Lags Behind. That Is The Horror Of Life-the Terror Of Art.

Youth Is Happy Because It Has The Ability To See Beauty. Anyone Who Keeps The Ability To See Beauty Never Grows Old.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.

You Are So Vulnerably Haunting. Your Eeriness Is Terrifyingly Irresistible.

One Must Not Cheat Anyone, Not Even The World Of Its Victory.