Might I Be The One I Am

If I Had One Ambition It Was To Make My Life Itself Into A Poem.

A Scholar's Heart Is A Dark Well In Which Are Buried Many Aborted Feelings That Rise To The Surface As Arguments.

Paris Has Always Seemed To Me To Be The Only City In Which One Can Live As One Sees Fit.

Sensuality, Wanting A Religion, Invented Love.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.