Home Is Where The Heart Is And

A Young Girl Would Go Into The Wood As Trustingly As Red Riding Hood To Her Granny's House But This Light Admits No Ambiguities And, Here, She Will Be Trapped In Her Own Illusion Because Everything In The Woods Is Exactly As It Seems.

It Is, Perhaps, A Better Thing To Be Valued Only As An Object Of Passion Than Never To Be Valued At All.

The Child's Laughter Is Pure Until He First Laughs At A Clown.

There Is A Striking Resemblance Between The Act Of Love And The Ministrations Of A Torturer.

Nothing Is A Matter Of Life And Death Except Life And Death.