First Watcher Why Do People Die? Second

When One Of My Japanese Teacups Is Broken, I Imagine That The Real Cause Was Not The Careless Hand Of A Maid But The Anxieties Of The Figures Inhabiting The Curves Of That Porcelain. Their Grim Decision To Commit Suicide Doesn't Shock Me: They Used The Maid As One Of Us Might Use A Gun.

For Valuing Your Own Suffering Sets On It The Gold Of A Sun Of Pride. Suffering A Lot Can Originate The Illusion Of Being The Chosen Of Pain.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.

Destiny Gave Me Only Two Things: A Few Accounting Books And The Gift Of Dreaming.

I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is A Person, The Incarnate Fiction Of My Own Company.