Literature Is That Which Denounces And Slashes

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

A Language Is The Appearances Of Connections Therefore Language As In Writing Doesn't Express Anything: It Creates.

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.

It's All Up To You, Girls. You Have To Be Strong. These Are The Days Of Post-women's Liberation. You Have Grown Up By Now And You Have To Take Care Of Yourself. No One's Going To Help You.

But : We're Still Human. Human Because We Keep On Battling Against All These Horrors, The Horrors Caused And Not Caused By Us. We Battle Not In Order To Stay Alive, That Would Be Too Materalistic, For We Are Body And Spirit, But In Order To Love Each Other.