Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?

Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you.

I can't really articulate what I feel.

I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.