Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts begin to tre….

With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell..

For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived..

I don't take drugs, I take books..

I myself am a person who has never resigned myself, who is absolutely never resigned, who can’t imagine it at all. I simply observe, and I observe in….

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire..

If we had the right words, if we had the language, we would need no weapons..