The Thinking Man Always Finds Himself In

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

I Had To Spend My Entire Childhood In The Altensam Dungeon Like An Inmate Doing Time For No Comprehensible Reason, For A Crime He Can't Remember Committing, A Judicial Error Probably.

We Only Really Face Up To Ourselves When We Are Afraid.

...he Was Just Scraps Of Words And Dislocated Phrases.

Toda Idea, Al Fin Y Al Cabo, Es Una Idea Demencial.