Love Is, That You Are The Knife

Written Kisses Don't Reach Their Destination, Rather They Are Drunk On The Way By The Ghosts.

The Worries That Are The Burden Of Which The Privileged Person Makes An Excuse In Dealing With The Oppressed Person Are In Fact The Worries About Preserving His Privileged Condition.

There Is A Destination But No Way There; What We Refer To As Way Is Hesitation.

We All Have Wings, But They Have Not Been Of Any Avail To Us And If We Could Tear Them Off, We Would Do So.

A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting Insanity.