And Let Our Despite Go To Those

Literature Is The Most Agreeable Way Of Ignoring Life.

I Will Be What I Want. But I Will Have To Want What I'll Be. Success Is In Having Success, Not Conditions For Success.

And Leaning Out The Window, Enjoying The Day Above The Varying Volume Of The Entire City, Only One Thought Swells My Soul – The Intimate Will To Die, To Finish, Not To See More Light Over Any City, Not To Think, Not To Feel, To Leave Behind Like Wrapping Paper The Course Of The Sun And The Days, To Rid Myself, At The Edge Of The Grand Bed, As Of A Heavy Suit, Of The Involuntary Effort To Be.

To Choose Ways Of Not Acting Was Ever The Concern And Scruple Of My Life.

I Always Live In The Present. The Future I Can't Know. The Past I No Longer Have.