My Curiosity Sister Of Larks.

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.

Given That We Cannot Know All The Elements In A Problem, We Never Can Solve It.

The End Of Lower Art Is To Please, The End Of Average Art Is To Raise The Top, The End Of Superior Art Is To Free.

I Sometimes Think That I Enjoy Suffering. But The Truth Is I Would Prefer Something Else.

I Am The Outskirts Of Some Non-existent Town, The Long-winded Prologue To An Unwritten Book. I'm Nobody, Nobody. I Don't Know How To Feel Or Think Or Love. I'm A Character In A Novel As Yet Unwritten, Hovering In The Air And Undone Before I've Even Existed, Amongst The Dreams Of Someone Who Never Quite Managed To Breath Life Into Me.